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Rachel Turiel
Position: Staff reporter

‘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...

For daughter, information is like a wide, swirling storm

Rose and I are in an outdoor public restroom, trying to take care of business without pondering too deeply the dark, wet stain on the concrete floor. Rose is singing cheerily in an invented ...

Sometimes, being seen without judgment can be enough

They’re like weather systems, children’s emotions. The clouds move in with a sniffly hiccup, a lip-quivery frown, and soon escalate like a tornado ripping across the plains. Sometimes I want...

Children’s constant moving forward a lesson in impermanence

The most mystical part of parenting is this passage of time, the way children accumulate years to their very person, like geological layers. I’m always so blindsided: “What? Another birthday...

Despite all the worry, ultimately, everyone’s going to be OK

An intuitive doctor recently said to me, “I’m picking up a little stress. You’re taking care of others, worrying about their well-being. Does that sound right?” Later, I told my f...

Son helping with deer is a task that will feed him in many ways

There must be ways to tastefully photograph what an animal looks like after it’s dead but before it’s on your plate. This is what I was thinking as Dan instructed Col to hold the hoof away f...

The equation of growing up: Something lost, something gained

It’s possible that I’ve lost track of Col just a little. I want to take him to the Triangle park to test drive the new play equipment, and he wants to stay home, build fires and ...

Evolution of children is a beautiful, confounding process

If Col is not sick and Rose is not bereft, I have approximately two days (and as many weary nights as I please) each week to put toward work. Today, Rose is bereft. Actually, she’...

Counting our blessings while winter is on the horizon

This is life right now: We’re in the final stretch of fall. It’s breathtaking and melancholy, per usual. Every day holds a little less of summer, a little more of winter. I found...

When it comes to this life: ‘Each day, each hug is a gift’

After my last column detailing Col’s concussion, I received many kind emails. Thank you. One comment flew, express-delivery, straight to my heart: “These children we are guardians of are a g...

There’s nothing in the world more important than our lives

It’s the sun’s last curtain call. The sky is pinking up. Rose sits on our swing, munching an 8-inch green bean. Chickens swirl like water around her feet, flowing into their coop for bedtime...