'I Never Visit My Parents and I Don't Want to Feel Guilty About It!'

Because you're incredibly sensitive, caring deeply sometimes feel like erasure.

Blue Sky (1966) by Helen Lundeberg

Dear Polly,

While reading your column last week about the woman haunted by the memory of her ex-boyfriend, I had the strange experience of recognizing myself not as the letter writer, but as the jittery specter of her relationship past. Truth be told, I was not trying to get called out like that by your (very good) guida…