Rachel Turiel

Position: Special to the Herald

Email: sanjuandrive@frontier.net

When emotions rise, try giving them a name

We are at 10,100 feet. The sky hangs heavy. The distant mountains, like an art lesson in shading, are veiled in deepening obscurations of gray. Lightning roams faraway peaks. Dan and I exchange...

DATE: July 21, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Clutching bows and simple pleasures in the woods

In our family’s archery cosmology, there are many ways to make a good shot. Your arrow can fly straight and smooth, loosed from the runway of your fingers like a bird fleeing a cat. If you...

DATE: June 23, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Our questions are a passport to the world

Rose and I are out doing errands, bustling in and out of the car with lists and bags, my mind clamped on things to remember like mantras that could derail my life if I lose the thread. Meanwhile,...

DATE: May 26, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Desert journey redefines our ‘family trip’

Lured by the hope of a banner season of desert wildflowers and some concentrated family time, we pointed our crumb-strewn Subaru south to the Sonoran Desert for spring break. We’re used to camping...

DATE: April 21, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Diversity makes us a stronger society

On a 70 degree spring Saturday, Col and I are inside the Fort Lewis College ballroom for a six-hour workshop. Admittedly, when I told Col about the opportunity to attend the Diversity Dialogue...

DATE: March 22, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Growing up is a dance toward independence

Col is skiing with a buddy, turned loose on the slopes without an adult. Rose is cruising downtown Durango with a friend, “window-shopping,” their hair swept into high ponytails, ears weighed down...

DATE: Feb. 22, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

During holidays, it wasn’t stuff that mattered

The 2016 holiday season unfurled a little like how I imagine those encounter groups went in the 1970s – everyone getting empowered to air their uncensored feelings. So much honesty! So much raw...

DATE: Jan. 25, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

A desert trip is good for all our souls

The tweens are huddled around a few square feet of sand, as enchanted as a pack of toddlers armed with buckets and shovels. We’re just outside Bluff, Utah, and have made it 500 feet from the car...

DATE: Dec. 21, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Soothing a bout of anxiety deep in the night

It is 2 a.m. I am on the living room couch with Rosie, who ghosted up to my bedside whisper-whimpering, “My ankle hurts and I can’t sleep.” I rub arnica salve into her right leg, this startlingly...

DATE: Nov. 23, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

In our swirl of emotions, nothing is ever lost, just transformed

Here we are again, caricatures of our own seasonal habitualness. I’m blindsided by the flared-up beauty of fall. Rose announces she’s not so hungry for dinner while peach and plum pits are...

DATE: Oct. 26, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

In September, mom, kids revel in joyful rituals

September is the month of Dan bow-hunting, which is so traditional it seems to be encoded into our DNA. The familiarity of slipping skins off green chiles, or salting cucumbers into pickles while...

DATE: Sept. 21, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

When mom, dad rediscover themselves, it’s good for the whole family

We’re backpacking through stunted trees and out into the green alpine where late season wildflowers flare in a last stand of fertility. The sky is forever blue, making the threat of thunderstorms...

DATE: Aug. 24, 2016 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

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