I’ve been meaning to go to the dermatologist for years. At 32, with pale, freckled skin and a growing number of moles I obsessively monitor, I knew it was important — but I was nervous. Nervous about ...

If I cast my mind back several years, I can distinctly recall an ex-boyfriend telling me my back "looks like a Maryland cookie" – which is to say, it is adorned with a generous scattering of moles. As ...