“What that triggers is more of an inflammatory cascade, which then you’ll get more bacteria, more inflammation,” Dr. Fine added. No simple solution for acne “There is no cookie cutter treatment for acne—not everyone gets the same four ingredients or products,” Dr. Fine said. “So, doing a good physical exam and a full history will…
Month: December 2025
Lauren A. Fine, MD, a dermatologist and cosmetic surgeon at The Derm Institute of Chicago. Hillary Johnson-Jahangir, MD, PhD, a dermatologist in Coralville, Iowa, and a delegate for the American Academy of Dermatology Association. Acne doesn’t just affect teenagers “While we commonly imagine teens and young adults as the ages with acne, acne vulgaris can…
The multicolored lights blinked softly, casting a warm glow across the beige walls and the family photos that still hung where Ray had left them. Outside, the neighbors’ yards were lit with inflatable Santas in Hawaiian shirts and light‑up flamingos wearing Santa hats. That’s how Florida does Christmas: palm trees, humidity, and fake snow spray…
Angela couldn’t take it anymore. For the first time in years, she broke the motel rules and quietly knocked on their door as the man left the room for his car. And that’s when Angela saw something terrible… The girl opened the door herself. “Honey… are you okay?” Angela asked. “I just… need to lie…
We ate roast beef and mashed potatoes. Logan held court, detailing corporate restructures and performance bonuses. My father looked like he might cry from pride. “And you?” Mom turned to me, her smile polite but empty. “Still traveling with the army?” “More or less.” “Still a captain?” Dad asked, eyes not leaving his fork. “Something…
He dragged a hand down his face, wiping away cold sweat. He looked around to ensure the hallway was empty, then leaned in close, his voice barely audible. “I recognized him, Emily. The hair. The eyes. The specific, crescent-shaped scar above the left eyebrow.” “Babies have scratches,” I argued, trying to rationalize the insanity. “He…
“David?” I asked. He flinched. “Just drink the juice, Elena. It’ll make you feel better.” The room felt suddenly small. The air conditioner hummed, but the atmosphere was stifling, thick with a tension I couldn’t name. I reached out with my uninjured arm, my fingers brushing against Leo’s small, cold hand. “Thank you, Leo,” I…
The swinging door beside me burst open, and a waiter nearly tripped over my footrests. “Watch it,” a sharp voice hissed. It wasn’t the waiter. It was Tiffany. She had glided over to the edge of the room, presumably to berate the staff about the pace of the wine service. She looked down at me,…
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and forced a smile for the wives of his business partners. They looked me up and down with open disdain, their eyes lingering on my simple shoes. They were draped in Gucci and Prada, shimmering like exotic birds, while I faded into the wallpaper. “Keep it together, Keziah,”…
“Baby?” Jason’s voice cracked, fracturing under the weight of the sight. He rushed to my side, dropping to his knees so hard I heard his kneecaps hit the tile. His hands hovered over me, shaking violently, unsure where to touch without causing more pain. “Oh God… oh God, what did they do to you?” “She…