meet momma
From the Author,
1986. I was 6, Mom was 40.
2000. I was 20. Mom was 54.
How do you keep your Mom with you even after she is gone from this earth?
You share her.
No one feels more alive in this life as to when someone is loving them through it. Thank God that someone was my Mom. Her love, her tenderness, her letters, her unconditional cuddles were exactly what I needed growing up.
I used to ask Mom, “What’s the point of life?”…“To give back, my darling, to give back.”
Mom was my biggest cheerleader and yet, didn’t know how to cheer for herself. She died giving up on life, never to be diagnosed, never wanting any help.
Cheryl Whitehead Berry
(2.23.46 - 1.8.2013)
I was 33. She was 66.
Through painful secrets, generational trauma and constantly learning about my identity, this is my way to honor her life who gave me mine. Where she could no longer with me, I am still here.
We were Momma & Baby Duck.
We were Ma & Ba.
We were Mrs. Sam and Christmas.
This is my give back show to you.