Cafe Noma, by Everly

Another morning, another thinly veiled excuse for mum to pile us both (with barely enough time to grab Delta Wolfram) into the car in search of coffee. This time we headed to Cafe Noma, in Wavell Heights. Firstly and most importantly, mum checks the menu; they have haloumi. I’m not sure what else matters after…

“Only” one child?

Almost immediately after Everly was born, it began. As soon as she popped out; after the obligatory “Oh, she’s so cute,” (she was.) “Who do you think she looks like?” (me) and “Are you OKAY?!” (not really!) the inevitable question loomed large. I cringed in anticipation (and pain from you know, a caesarian, hospital food…

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