Five Fundamentals for a Fosha
I love to take Peyton and Chase to the library in Hot Sulphur Springs for story time. The kids love to listen to the books, sing songs, and then pick out their own books to take home. The moms love a little interaction with someone that can actually spell her own name. The other day, while talking with the other moms, one friend of mine—we’ll call her Mommy-number-one—turned to a woman I did not know—Mommy-number-two—and said, “This is Gretta. She’s a Fosha.” I hesitated. I grinned. I stuttered. “A Fosha?” I thought. “What is that supposed to mean: ‘She is a Fosha’?” Did it [...]