05/21/2026
Weāve got lots of new faces here so letās become besties.
Hi, Iām Rachel. I will show up to your session in florals with a black iced coffee that is somehow always with me, and I will probably cry a little over your familyās love. Fair warning.
Hereās my whole WHY:
I became a photographer because of the photos that donāt exist. The ones where my mom should have been. She packed the snacks, wrote the lunch notes, made the whole day happen, and sheās in almost none of our photo albums.
So now I think about that every single time a mom tells me sheāll get in the next round of pictures. Once she loses the weight. Once her hair cooperates. Once she feels more like herself.
Mama, no. (Okay thatās the only time Iāll say it, I promise.)
Your kids are not going to remember your arms the way you see them. Theyāll remember that you were THERE. That you pulled them close. That you were in the story instead of just running it from behind the camera.
What I actually do:
I photograph moms and families around Chicago and the suburbs, and Iām obsessed with the real in-between stuff. The way he reaches for you. Golden light in your actual messy living room. Zero āeveryone look here and say cheese.ā
You do not have to wait until you feel ready. You are already so worth remembering, exactly like this.
If that hit somewhere in your chest, hi, weāre going to be friends. Stay a while. Youāre always welcome š¤
Headshot taken by the talented at the HOME Workshop and edited by me.