ky person.

happy mother’s day to all the mamas, mamas to be, mamas in mourning, those mourning their mamas & those yearning to be mamas. last year i coordinated a photoshoot in the backyard of my childhood home to add to familial artifacts. with my granny reaching mid-90s & my mom’s metastatic breast cancer diagnosis in 2022, toppled with losing my dad in 2023, i was moved to capture proof of life while life was still living. truly angels all around me. 💐

Hey, I’m Ky! 💟 A storyteller who traded in press releases for birth stories. As a birth + postpartum doula, I show up for mamas and families who deserve to feel supported, seen, and advocated for—from pregnancy through postpartum. I came to birth work because serving others isn’t just something I do—it’s who I am. There’s truly no greater honor than being witness to the moment a mama hears that first cry. If you’re a NYC or Long Island based mama, feel free to say, hi. And yes, there’s a playlist for your labor. 🎵🙂‍↔️ #nycdoula #birthdoula #postpartumdoula #blackdoula #longislandmoms

all signs point to pisces ✨🎂

👩🏾‍🍼baby bowl > 🐰 benito bowl > 🏈 super bowl #badbunny #superbowl #expectingmom #doulasupport #birthstory

papa, there’s not a prayer that leaves my lips unto God’s ears that doesn’t include your name. today, on your 35th earth day, i pray for your dreams, needs and desires. i pray that we get to remain recipients of each others love for eternity. i pray that this next year of life God does his big one. that His blessings rain down on you. on us. you are the best answered prayer. domino’s second favorite human 🤭 i love you, @jamelricardo_ 🧡

happy birthday, dad! three years feels like an awful long time not to call you on your birthday, but then i think how blessed i was to have thirty three years of calling you up (and trying to get you on video lol), going out to dinner or lunch and so much more. i listen to this song as if you’re talking to me and i find great comfort in it. i’m trying dad, as hard as it is. your light—that smile—shines so brightly in my heart. i love you, big one. forever, your little one.

2025 💾 as i reflect back on this year, this was most certainly my “a seat at the table” year. i found myself weary and mad. i looked for and found my glory. thank God for allowing me to fall in my ways so that i could wake up and rise. 🏗️ 2026 = COUNT IT ALL JOY! 🤲🏾

merry christmas to those with “friday after next” on their a holiday movie list only 🎄

big mama, one kid 🐶💙 meet domino, my adorable shark who has me knee deep in puppy and bernedoodle subreddits every other day 🥲 he has taken a liking to one of khloe’s favorite toys and it makes my heart swell with love. still miss my girl everyday but happy to give him my love. #bernedoodle #puppylife

whoever said time heals all wounds, lied. this last year proved to be more difficult than the first. the first—despite holding his hand while took his last breath, writing the obituary, putting the slideshow together and arguing with the cemetery for weeks on end—felt like a fluke. something about grieving a person you loved so dearly in another state makes reality a little fuzzy. but oh grief, she doesn’t stay away for long before sadness and tears cloud everything. another year without my 6’2” giant feels like walking around in a size too small shoes—from the outside you look put together but the agony you’re feeling with every step you take tells a different story. in a grief group i joined, we would introduce ourselves in relation to our lost loved one. a wonderful reminder of whose i am—ky, willie’s daughter. daddy, i miss you everyday. i listen to your voicemails so i don’t forget your voice. i look at pictures so i don’t forget your smile. whatever you’ve worked up there with God, i thank you both for keeping your hands on me. i hope you’re getting my texts up there. love, little one ps. i still haven’t ran into anyone from law & order lol

a sunday well spent at the museum with @joy.lives.here . if you know me, you know my love for museums runs deepppppppp. after being closed for seven years, happy that @studiomuseum is back open to house our stories and perspectives. something about being in a space fully dedicated to black art—not a limited time only exhibit or select pieces in a sea of white art—did something to my spirit. i’m certain this will become a favorite to frequent.

some of the best parts of being home. there’s a slew of pics i didn’t get because the moments were too lived in. 💗 also, childhood me didn’t remember that franklin cider mill was just a parking lot 😂