It Pretty Much Started Here



When I was a kid I wanted to grow up to be a Werewolf.

Not just any old werewolf.

I also  wanted to fly my own Spaceship, marry Captain Kirk and live in Transylvania.


I told just about anyone who would listen what my plans were- including my Kindergarten Teacher.

We were supposed to draw a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up and so I did.

I thought it was a great picture.

So did  my best friends Linda, Bonnie and Laurie.



My teacher sent me home with a note pinned to my jacket.


My Mom read it and then she read it to me.


” Anita has some severe emotional and mental problems. Please schedule a conference as soon as possible “.


My Mom asked me what I did this time and I told her.


” She told us to tell her. So I did. ”


My Mom handed me the note and told me to draw what I drew at school. She wrote something under it and the next day she pinned the note to my jacket and sent me to school with my Archie lunchbox and umbrella- which I learned from one of my favorite tv shows ” The Avengers” could be used as a weapon.

I always carried my Umbrella even when the Sun was out.

Always prepared- that was me.


My Teacher unpinned the note when I got to school and I remember the look on her face when did it- she was smirking.

Though at the time I thought it was a mean face and I was sure I was about to get into trouble now.


My Teacher read the note and  on it was my little werewolf face and under it- my Mom told me later- was written:

” Anita is set on building  monsters in her kitchen. She’s pretty serious about it.  So don’t worry about the Werewolf thing.  I think She’s pulling your leg.”


My teacher folded the note, she pushed my desk from the middle of the room to the back of the room and  I’m pretty sure she ignored me from that day forward.




Open My Eyes

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This was painted on one of those temporary walls they put up at construction sights.

I’m not sure what is says, but it’s pink and the creature in it is fierce.

I like both of those things.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is my dog, Hamish Macbeth.

Hamish hates my phone- this is what he does to  me when I’m using it.

He reminds me of the looks my Mom gave me when I was laying on my bed  listening to my music full blast on my headphones and I’d open my eyes and…

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I took this at Women’s March in Seattle in January.

I like the way everyone looks sort of ghostly except for the message.

I’m not sure if that is good or bad.


The Sweetest Ones Are Never Out Of Reach


When I was about five years old we moved to a great house with a gnarled, climbable and deceptively welcoming cherry tree in our back yard.

If you stood under the tree or looked out at it from one of our windows facing the backyard it was beautiful and when the wind blew and it would scatter pink blossoms gently to the ground.

But if you got up into that tree, it was a different story.

The nice sturdy limbs were slippery. Some of the branches would snap if you as much as looked at them and at any given time there was always a bee hive just waiting to drop on your head.

But did that stop me from trying to climb as up into the tree as I could?


Of course not- and I was always willing to risk it for one thing.

The Cherries of course.


The sweetest, plumpest, the darkest, richest cherries were always up on the very top branches.

So I would climb that tree when the cherries would ripen, I’d get as high up as I could go and then I would settle on a branch and spend all day eating cherries.

I’d spit the pits out, or sometimes I would throw  them at the ever present bee hive and sometimes I’d even pick some cherries for my Mom- though I never put the best ones into the basket.

I have since spent lazy warm afternoons on beaches in Hawaii and California, in the mountains and next to rivers all over the Pacific Northwest and Colorado  with nothing to bother me but my inability to WANT to roll over and shift the sun off of my face for a second or two- and nothing felt as good as those days I spent in that tree.

My tree and I did have a rough patch in our relationship.

One day I was stretched out on a branch and I’m not sure how it happened but I fell out of my cherry  tree.

I smacked and busted branches all the way to the ground- which I hit with a mouthful of cherries and some still clutched in my hand.

The cherries in my hand were mashed- the ones in my mouth ended up dripping out of my nose and I was pretty sure I had swallowed a bug too.

I remember running my tongue over my teeth and tasting the cherry juice and the slightly salty taste of the blood in my mouth. I remember looking up into the tree and seeing clusters of dark, juicy red cherries just above my perch- the one that had viciously  evicted me just minutes before.

I stood up, wiped the mashed cherries from my hands onto the front of my dress…

and I started to climb.


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The Best Idea Ever-Oh Never Mind

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso


This is picture of a piece of rusted metal stuck into the ground.

I guess I could call it art, but the reality of it is I took it on accident.

I was trying to take a picture of my puppy who was just learning ‘stay’ and on that particular day he forgot what it meant.

The sticks around the post  look pretty cool though, don’t they?


Photo A,.M. Moscoso

Photo A,.M. Moscoso

I was trying to take a selfie because I wanted a picture of me and the snow which was just starting to fall.

Blew that one- but the glass looks cool at least.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

This is my dog Hamish.

He looks amused because I was standing up on a jungle gym and had almost fallen off when I leaned over to take his picture.

He of course can jump up and down off of that thing all day long and later when he figured out that I couldn’t he goes up there and bounces around on the rope bridge and in turn that causes him to go deaf because he can’t hear me say, ” Hamish don’t do that.”

I love that dog- even if he has a touch of the smart alec about him.


Photo A.,M. Moscoso

Photo A.,M. Moscoso

So there you are- pictures that I thought would say one thing and ended up not saying diddly- squat unless

” Ha, ha, ha on you Anita” counts.


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