Rachel Turiel

Position: Special to the Herald

Email: sanjuandrive@frontier.net

Mother’s Day happens more than just once a year – it’s daily

“Why is that Mama putting her feet in cereal?” Rose asks.“No Rosie, there’s no cereal in there, she’s just putting her feet into milk.” Col explains.“Oh, right.” The kids are paging through a...

DATE: April 30, 2011 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Trips to park were tough; now the park is easy and the answers are tough

It was mid-summer, 3½ years ago, and I was taking the kids to the neighborhood park. Col, then 2½, was perched in our rickety stroller, while Rose, 4 months, was bandaged onto my chest by acres of...

DATE: April 16, 2011 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Tonsillectomy a success; recovery is in progress

“Mama,” Col, 6, whisper-squeaks after choking down a droplet of juice, “can you make me an apple pie?”A strange request, coming from someone whose tonsils have been newly hacked off, who’s given up...

DATE: March 19, 2011 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Of unicorns, tonsillectomies and trying to find rational thoughts

The doctor moves his stethoscope along Col’s back while Rose prattles on about whether or not unicorns are real. The pediatrician looks at me and winces as he says, “Doesn’t sound good.”“What do...

DATE: March 5, 2011 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Note to self: Despite the speed of life, everything will be OK

I am considering having the words “relax, everything is OK,” tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. Here’s why:Raising children is like this wild road trip. There are these long stretches where...

DATE: Feb. 19, 2011 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Working on the ethics of truth-telling: It gets tricky at times

We are in the car, buckled in, waiting a short, grating eternity for Rosie to confess that she did not, in fact, put socks on under her boots. “I won’t be mad, honey, I just need you to tell me the...

DATE: Feb. 5, 2011 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Kids have knack to turn ordinary days into succulent moments

Our friends gave us a chicken they helped process – complete with errant feathers clinging to goose-pimpled skin, which I roasted for a holiday dinner before making enormous amounts of stock from...

DATE: Jan. 1, 2011 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

A mother wonders how love will change as kids grow up

We’re inside lolling around on the living room floor, when I tell the kids (who’ve just given birth to their own babies: twin ducks for Rose and a healthy baby bear for Col!) that they will always...

DATE: Dec. 18, 2010 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Going inside for the winter changes emotion, dynamic

We’re inside people now. Just like that. When I venture out in the early morning – down coat over bathrobe – to feed the chickens, I’m always startled at how low in the sky the sun is hanging,...

DATE: Dec. 4, 2010 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Kids always pull out surprises

“More mushrooms please,” Col begs, his open mouth looming over a steaming pot of elk stew. I spoon another slimy slab of porcini mushroom in his baby bird face, suppressing my own gag reflex at the...

DATE: Oct. 16, 2010 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Waning days of summer, signs of fall create nostalgic feelings

October, the calendar says. To the west, our cottonwood tree explodes into a thousand tiny yellow pieces. To the east the Gambel oaks glow – maroon, yellow, orange, green, gold – like a...

DATE: Oct. 2, 2010 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

End of summer brings on melancholy thoughts

September is a 30-day spree of perfection, and each new brushstroke of yellow in the trees is a reminder of how fast it’s slipping away. There are the garden tomatoes that quietly turn from orange...

DATE: Sept. 4, 2010 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

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