Samm Davidson sets the scene: “My son’s lacrosse game has just ended, and I’m waiting for him to make his way across the field. He’s moving slowly, with two fists full of gear, attempting to shake sweat out of his hair as he high-fives teammates while he walks. The mom next to me laughs as she looks in my direction. ‘My God’ she says. ‘He looks 15!’” And today, Samm is getting real about how much that freaks her out — and why. — Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |