Dear Annie: My 11-year-old son, “Max,” used to eat, sleep and breathe baseball. He wore his glove to the grocery store, slept in his favorite team T-shirt and spent hours in the backyard throwing a ...

Mo Vaughn doesn’t allow himself to drive his son home from baseball games. It’s because he hears his own father’s voice. “I know what it is to have that parent that’s just constantly leaning on you,” ...