I’m Rachel, and my childhood nickname was Spicy Meatball.

It was a fitting shorthand for the type of child I was. Case in point: at one parent-teacher conference circa 1999, my kindergarten teacher reportedly told my parents, “Most little girls want to please their teachers… Rachel is not one of those.” Blessedly, that quiet independence and curiosity eventually evolved from liability to asset.

By day, I’m an SEO strategist in tech. By night (and weekends, and early mornings), I’m an intensive gardener, hatha yoga enthusiast, home cook, occasional model, library regular, and obscure documentary-watcher. For me, the through line has always been creative and intellectual engagement, whether it’s tending a garden bed, cooking from scratch, or accidentally turning dinner parties into discourses on algorithmic attention spans.

I’m happiest when the day slows into something tangible: a homemade meal, a golden-hour walk with my dog Scout, and a good book on the nightstand. But when I’m not soaking up the small joys, you can find me halfway down a rabbit hole of my own making.

Warmly,
Rachel Weeks