About
The Story Behind Keekee says
My name is Nakeasha Morales, but I’ve gone by Keekee since I was reverse-crawling down the stairs. I currently live in upstate New York, where I’m raising five wonderful, smart, funny, and beautifully chaotic kids. This space began as an unfulfilled wish to write. It has grown into a place to share my story, my WHY, and why I’m here—for you.
My Story
My name is Nakeasha Morales, but I’ve gone by Keekee since I was reverse-crawling down the stairs.
I currently live in upstate New York, where I’m raising five wonderful, smart, funny, and beautifully chaotic kids.
Over two years ago, my ex-husband, best friend, and co-parent tragically and suddenly passed away. Since then, I’ve been learning how to parent effectively. At the same time, I am also discovering who I am. I am doing it alone, but I feel deeply blessed by the love and support of my children and family.
I recently graduated with a degree in Business, Management, and Economics. Yet for most of my life, I carried an unfulfilled desire to write. No matter what I did, I couldn’t bring myself to start. Maybe it was fear of the unknown. Maybe it was leaving the comfort of a routine-filled life that felt safe.
Everything changed the day I almost lost my only daughter.
That moment woke me up. It taught me not to fear the unknown, but to live as unapologetically as possible—because tomorrow is never promised.
My WHY
There was a day that split time into before and after.
Before, life moved with its ordinary noise—school mornings, half-finished conversations, the quiet belief that tomorrow would arrive as planned.
After, everything was measured by breath.
No one saw the moment coming. That was the hardest part. The laughter was still there. The routines still held. And yet, inside her, something had been growing heavy and loud—a pain she didn’t yet have the words to name.
When it happened, the world tipped sideways. Fear moved faster than thought. Love turned into action. Hands shook. Voices broke. Time slowed to a terrifying crawl. And there was the awful realization of how close the edge had been—how easily everything could have been lost.
But she lived.
She lived through the long night and the fragile morning after. She lived through questions no one knew how to ask and answers no one was ready to hear. She lived through the weight of realizing how much pain she had been carrying alone.
Recovery didn’t come all at once. It arrived in small, stubborn steps—through listening, therapy rooms, quiet car rides, and learning that asking for help is not weakness, but courage. Through discovering that feelings—even the darkest ones—can be survived.
Our family changed too. We learned to listen differently. To love louder. To sit with fear instead of denying it. To understand that survival isn’t just about staying alive—it’s about rebuilding a life where hope has room to grow again.
She is still here.
And that fact—fragile, miraculous, and hard-won—is everything.
Why I’m Here—for you!
I’ll probably say this a million times: I am no expert.
But here, at Keekee says, what I can offer is a no-BS look at single parenting while doing the inner work. It won’t be easy. It won’t be perfect. But it will be real.
My hope is that my story sparks conversation—that readers share their experiences, insights, and lessons too. Let’s build a community rooted in honesty, growth, and grace.
Thank you for being here. I hope something you read resonates with you.
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