In June of 2008, my mom came from Haiti to visit me for a couple of weeks. During her stay, I noticed her breathing was not quite right as she took more time to climb a small number of stairs. Upon taking her to the hospital, my mom was diagnosed with Stage 4 Terminal Breast Cancer and given 6 months to live.  

Being with her at every doctor appointment, I made sure that my mother was only made aware that she had a chronic cancer disease for which she had to get continuous treatment.  I made sure that she never heard the word “TERMINAL”.  I believe and know that by my mother not hearing the word “TERMINAL” and the help of modern medicine right here in Dallas as well as the care I provided to her, she lived past 4 years which totally went against the initial prognosis given to us in June of 2008.

Each Sunday, during those 4 years, was a ritual for us to bake and try desserts.  She would finish her desserts sometimes before touching the main course I would fix for her.  She would stay at the house and we’d spend the whole week discussing what kind of cake we would be trying on Sunday.  This went on for four years through countless cheesecakes until her passing in August of 2012.

After her passing, I wrote a letter to the owner of Oddfellows (Matt Spillers) in Bishop Arts and after tasting the many cheesecakes I brought for him, he decided to carry the cheesecakes at two of his establishments.  From that point, I decided to start a business by selling our cheesecakes to other restaurant establishments.  After 2 years of moonlighting as a baker after my civil engineering day job in the kitchen of St Paul United Methodist church, I decided to open a storefront located at 3906 Maple Avenue which is now our first location called THE SHACK.

From the colors seen at THE SHACK & now at THE SHOP, the recipes and overall vibe, this story and journey are daily tributes to my mom, Marie Jose Labossiere, who was a phenomenal, strong and smart business woman.  I hope to be at least half of what this woman meant to me in terms of perseverance, guts and sweet disposition.

Thanks Mom...I love you,

Val

Val’s Blue

It's the color of a blouse
And the foundation of a house
It's the kind heart of a mother
And the moments spent together
It's being a witness to her journey
And the recounting of her story
It's finding love through grief
And honoring her as my sole belief
It's a Haitian girl who I knew
And her favorite color was Val's Blue!