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Rachel Turiel
Position: Staff reporter

Letting the quiet of nature into busy, modern lives

We arrive with our lowland shorts into a different world. This is our fifth trip here during mushroom season, and the land is like a historical record of how we’ve grown and chan...

Unfathomable how much can happen in summer

A switch has been flipped in the garden, everything responding to the late-summer force that urges plants to grow higher, fuller, faster. Eating from our yard has become less whimsical novel...

Wonders of the world – not stuff – can fill our hearts

It’s Saturday morning, the sun shimmering like a pool of heat you could drown in. The kids are stationed at Lego headquarters, where small, hard-edged plastic shapes sprawl menacingly. Dan a...

‘The kids will appreciate this when they’re older’

We’re at 10,500 feet, tents tucked in the tall spruce, the La Plata River bending clear and cold below us. Wildflowers splatter the slopes like a Jackson Pollack painting. Dan rigs tarps fro...

Kids’ brain architecture makes them built to come alive

We’re free-falling into summer. The kids are a grubby blur. I catch them scarfing fistfuls of garden peas and think, daily vegetable consumption: Check. Dan calls from work with ...

Camping trip shows differences between kids and adults

We took the kids on their first backpacking trip last weekend. And it was just like that – our decades-old notion of backpacking colliding with little people who would squeeze entertainment ...

‘Let me be a mountain of love and firm boundaries’

Rose and I are walking home, hand in hand, when she asks, “Does everything have a shadow?” Me: “Yes.” Rose: “Not pigment.” Me: “What?” Rose: “Pigm...

Playing is training for finding your passion as an adult

Five years ago, before a hunting trip, Dan unloaded a pile of found junk (from the annual trash clean-up) into the backyard, promising me uninterrupted coffee and newspaper time while the ki...

Weekly hike allows us to watch life unfold in present moment

Col and I are walking down the hard-packed trail, bits of spring pushing up through dry oak leaves. I am answering his two-part question. First: When were you embarrassed as a child? Second:...

Sometimes it’s good to get out in the desert and simply ‘be’

Getting to the desert was like a backwards game of Twister – untangling ourselves from work, homestead responsibilities, the comfort of warm beds and stocked fridges. There’s alw...

‘Peaceful parenting’ a practice worth deepening

We’re in the car, returning from celebrating the Jewish holiday, Purim, at Temple Har Shalom. We’ve had a fun night, including participating in the rowdy re-enactment of the Purim story and ...

Trust siblings to work out their own mysterious karma

Yesterday, outside: Col on skateboard, Rose on scooter, me performing the Winter Olympic event of soaking up the low-slung sun. Rose ditches her scooter and somehow finagles the first two la...