Trust Me on the Sunscreen

From Soothing Burns With Crushed Strawberries to Base Tans to SPF 50, Our Move Toward a Sun-Safe Future

It’s April 2000. I’m 14 years old, lying on a beach in the Bahamas, a bottle of SPF 20 at my side. I periodically check to see how my suntan is developing, watching with fascination as my pale white skin turns a deep, chestnut brown. Through the headphones of my Discman, Baz Luhrmann is telling the class of ’99 to “trust me on the sunscreen.” I nod along to the beat, oblivious to the irony. Luhrmann’s caution is ahead of the curve.

Looking back, 14 seems very young to have been …

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What Is a 21st-Century ‘Writer’s Home’?

Twain Had a Billiard Room. Hemingway Had a Cuban Abode. St. Vincent Millay Had Pool Parties. But Nowadays Poetry Won’t Pay the Mortgage

In my many pilgrimages to writers’ homes, I’ve felt two responses, often simultaneously. There’s excitement about my proximity to creation. About the whiff of genius that lingers—like lavender, like music—beyond …