The words of Natalie Imbrulia sing in my head. And while Im not cold and lying naked on the floor I’m certainly torn. I have been pondering lately what’s best for my daughter and for me – us – as a family.
There is a stone house at the end of our driveway. It is immaculate in every way. The grass is perfect, green, mowed. The trees are aligned. The gates are beautiful and detailed. The windows reveal fine glass and china and ornate picture frames. I haven’t been inside although I imagine it to be perfectly spotless and a perfect combination of neat and homely.