C.B. Mosher has lived in South America, New York City, the midwest, Los Angeles, Georgia, and the Sierra Nevada mountains. In high school, he detested History.

As life has progressed, his memory banks have become haunted by the hissing of jungle rain, the thick smell of summer Jasmine, the taste of L.A. smog, the sparkling lights of Gotham reflected in wet midnight asphalt, and the crisp feel of mountain air as you swing through it. Along the way, Borges, Churchill, and others gave him an enthusiasm for history.

In an effort to give back, he has published short stories, a novel, a non-fiction book, various scientific articles, textbook chapters, and an on-going newspaper column.