My greatest honor to date — my convenient little self-published cookbook “Bringing Cooking Back” now has a dewey decimal number, 641.563 MOSLEY. Words really can’t describe how elated I feel. I’ve always been a fan of the public library system — promoting books, reading, literacy, and community activities. Now, I am a part of this awesome system. Umm, umm, umm.

So, Clark County residents it’s time to put your library cards to use.

Fort Vancouver Regional Library

FVRL Catalog

From the librarian telling me it’s a go:

*Okay, the cataloging is done, your dewey decimal number is:


The book will probably be sent out to our branches today. I noticed there was already a hold.


Chrisetta Mosley

Chrisetta Mosley

I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!

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