Julie Miles

It’s been quite a journey for those who have been a part of the UnbridledACTS family over the past decade. And last weekend, we celebrated another major milestone as we…

Thank goodness for an accurate gas gauge in my car. Without it, I swanee, I’d spend half my life stranded on the side of the road. Even with built-in indicators…

For the life of me, I can’t figure out why we’re so afraid of having needs. Or why we’re so terrified to admit that we do. It’s perfectly natural and…

“To save my life” is a common expression {where I come from}, used to communicate a certain futility about a matter, stemming from a sense of fear or ineptness… as…

OK, so it’s a “bloated genre.” What’s-his-name said so, and he should know. He’s a critic for the NY Times, for cryin’ out loud. {His name’ll come to me in…

You can thank Brene Brown for saving you from a “more-than-you-really-wanted-to-read” treatise on the tragic flaw in classical Greek tragedy. It was going to be really good, {I promise!}, but…

We so want to skip the hard stuff, don’t we? It’s one of the reasons we turn to food…drink…and other pitiful counterfeits in our efforts to turn off what we don’t want to…

I’m revisiting emotional eating this week because of a statement I ran across that’s worth exploring further. Amanda Trusty shares an interesting take on the topic from her experience: “Eating…would…