Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Blog Post on Keeping Kids Entertained in Epcot
Proud to announce my new blog post is up over at WDW Info, affiliated with one of the best Disney websites and podcasts around, The Dis. Read my article on how to keep kids entertained in Epcot's World Showcase.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Upcoming Project Alert!
I'm excited to announce that an essay I wrote will be appearing in the forthcoming book, The Truth of Memoir: How to Write about Yourself and Others with Honesty, Emotion and Integrity by the amazing Kerry Cohen. Be sure to pre-order your copy now! Will be released later in 2014.
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| courtesy of Writer's Digest Books |
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Contributed to "New Beginnings" in The Rumpus
My reader contribution was published on The Rumpus' edition entitled, New Beginnings, February 10, 2012.
LINK to full article.
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Call it women’s intuition, a pinging in your gut, a hunch or whatever you’d like: I just knew. But I needed irrefutable evidence.
So off to the drugstore I went. I placed my surprisingly expensive purchase between other nondescript items, paid for them and headed home.
I did the dead-woman-walking march to the bathroom. I sat down and cradled the First Response box. I took my time, carefully unwrapping the cellophane. I glanced at the instructions, already knowing how this worked. I removed one white plastic stick, unzipped my jeans and completed step three. I did not time the test for two minutes as recommended. Instead, I did what every woman has done as long as these kinds of tests have been around: I stared the thing down with baited breath.
One
faint pink line began to fill itself in. I anxiously peeked at the
stick again, hoping to see an abyss of white space next to that first
line. I couldn’t deny the shadow of a phantom line. Another deep breath,
and there it was: two lines. I was suddenly sickened by their
misogynistic shade of Pepto pink. There was no reality at that moment,
just hard evidence. My life, plus one. The future was staring me dead in
the face.
Some women save these tests and keep them in a memory box as mementos. I threw mine out, covering it under tissues, and tore open the second package. Fast-forward, same result. Not that I had expected anything different, but I wanted to be certain. So there I had it: irrefutable proof.
After burying the second test in the trashcan beside its used partner, I fell to my knees and cried. I cried for what felt like a long time, though in reality it had only been fifteen minutes.
They say it takes thirty days to break an undesirable habit. Here’s another fact: it took me roughly fifteen minutes to come to terms with the fact that I was pregnant. I went through Kubler-Ross’s famous five steps in record time! I denied (despite confirming twice), I got angry (“my life is over”), I bargained (“if I misread the test, I will never buy anything I don’t need again”), I got depressed (since I’m already depressed, I bypassed this step) and I reached a place of what could vaguely be called acceptance. Fifteen minutes and my life was no longer my own. Nothing would ever be the same again.
– Lisa Rufle
LINK to full article.
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Call it women’s intuition, a pinging in your gut, a hunch or whatever you’d like: I just knew. But I needed irrefutable evidence.
So off to the drugstore I went. I placed my surprisingly expensive purchase between other nondescript items, paid for them and headed home.
I did the dead-woman-walking march to the bathroom. I sat down and cradled the First Response box. I took my time, carefully unwrapping the cellophane. I glanced at the instructions, already knowing how this worked. I removed one white plastic stick, unzipped my jeans and completed step three. I did not time the test for two minutes as recommended. Instead, I did what every woman has done as long as these kinds of tests have been around: I stared the thing down with baited breath.
One
faint pink line began to fill itself in. I anxiously peeked at the
stick again, hoping to see an abyss of white space next to that first
line. I couldn’t deny the shadow of a phantom line. Another deep breath,
and there it was: two lines. I was suddenly sickened by their
misogynistic shade of Pepto pink. There was no reality at that moment,
just hard evidence. My life, plus one. The future was staring me dead in
the face.Some women save these tests and keep them in a memory box as mementos. I threw mine out, covering it under tissues, and tore open the second package. Fast-forward, same result. Not that I had expected anything different, but I wanted to be certain. So there I had it: irrefutable proof.
After burying the second test in the trashcan beside its used partner, I fell to my knees and cried. I cried for what felt like a long time, though in reality it had only been fifteen minutes.
They say it takes thirty days to break an undesirable habit. Here’s another fact: it took me roughly fifteen minutes to come to terms with the fact that I was pregnant. I went through Kubler-Ross’s famous five steps in record time! I denied (despite confirming twice), I got angry (“my life is over”), I bargained (“if I misread the test, I will never buy anything I don’t need again”), I got depressed (since I’m already depressed, I bypassed this step) and I reached a place of what could vaguely be called acceptance. Fifteen minutes and my life was no longer my own. Nothing would ever be the same again.
– Lisa Rufle
Thursday, July 5, 2012
I Love Cats Magazine
My essay titled What My Cats Taught Me About Finance appeared in the Summer 2012 issue of I Love Cats Magazine.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Misc. Writing Samples
All of these articles appeared on the website Suite101.com
Children Reading to Dogs: Program Helps Young Readers Improve Literacy Skills
Children naturally feel comfortable around dogs. By making the most of this relationship, parents and teachers can improve literacy skills and encourage reading.
Children Reading to Dogs: Program Helps Young Readers Improve Literacy Skills
Children naturally feel comfortable around dogs. By making the most of this relationship, parents and teachers can improve literacy skills and encourage reading.
Friday, November 18, 2011
XOJANE.com, It Happened to Me Column
My essay, My Husband Was Arrested for a DWI, was published on the XOJane.com website on November 18, 2011 in their It Happened to Me column.
It was the single thing in our relationship that we fought about: the frequency with which he drank, the money that he threw away on alcohol and the ramifications of something bad happening if he didn’t get himself under control...
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Working Mother Magazine Blog
I've been writing my blog, I Can Sleep When I'm Dead, at Working Mother magazine's website since November 1, 2011.
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I write about:
- topics in the news affecting working mom;
- general mom topis;
- reviews of products that are of interest to busy, working moms and their families;
- ideas and activities for moms with toddlers;
- how I juggle working a full time job at night and being a mom.
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