My name is Patricia McConnico, and I love the sun. Twenty or so years ago, when I was in college, I would spend my summer days baking—by the pool, on the beach, or in a backyard. I even kept a lawn chair in my trunk, just in case. There was something liberating about sitting outside all day doing absolutely nothing aside from reading, sleeping, and chatting with friends. That was part of the attraction. But the real draw was the tan—dark and beautiful. It made me feel good about myself. I thought I looked better, healthier.
But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I was a smart girl—I fancy that I still am—so I knew repeated exposure to