“You picked HIM!” That’s what a therapist said to me as I was licking my wounds from a failed relationship when I was in my twenties. My reply, “No, I didn’t!” Then I went on to explain that HE approached me and that some kind of chemistry enveloped me. I couldn’t escape. I was caught in the magical web of attraction. Now more than 40 years later I finally got it—what the therapist was trying to tell me. I did choose HIM. I chose to write his name on my dance card, and

We’re all supposed to know our life purpose, right? It turns out that pinpointing what that is eludes many of us. If we knew it, perhaps we would have the key to life. For those of us still wondering what that is, just asking the question can point us in the right direction. Many don’t ask the question, but when we do, answers can then begin to emerge when we least expect it. A friend came to me asking about her life purpose. She has three grown sons in their thirties an

Helen Williams © 2017 Sometimes when I hear the word, “clutter,” I picture a little old lady, puttering around a tiny cottage filled with various collections and memorabilia – tiny spoons from every state, egg cups shaped like chickens, wicker bagfuls of yarn and knitting needles. I feel comforted and homey in this imaginary setting, a benign and pleasant environment for sitting down and having a cup of tea and a nice chat. But the reality of “clutter,” for many of us, is ne