5 Signs it’s Time to Occupy the Co-Pilot Seat in Parenting Your Adult Kid

I’m writing this blog in the Phoenix airport. In about an hour
I will be leaving 90 degree temps in route to Chicago where
I’ll be greeted by snow and cold. That’s not why I am unhappy
right now. I just left my son Jordan after a week-long father/son
journey.  My daughter Candace joined us for part...