Cutting the cord
This year, I turned 28, and I confess I just cut the cord.
Oh, I moved out years ago. First to a college dorm and then to my own apartment.
I wasn't living with my parents, but they were living with me. Their opinions, values and lifestyle were still helping me make decisions for better or worse.
And it only became more complicated when the buffer of distance between us shrank from an hour and a half to 20 minutes. Their careers had moved to Dallas, why shouldn't they? At first, I responded badly. They were stealing my thunder.
Read more of this guest column by Kelli Renfrow in the Family section.