Cristina Jill

Late Ripeness “Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before. I was not separated from people, grief and pity joined us. We forget - I kept saying - that we are all children of the King. For where we come from there is no division into Yes and No, into is, was, and will be. We were miserable, we used no more than a hundredth part of the gift we received for our long journey. Moments from yesterday and from centuries ago - a sword blow, the painting of eyelashes before a mirror of polished metal, a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving its hull against a reef - they dwell in us, waiting for a fulfillment. I knew, always, that I would be a worker in the vineyard, as are all men and women living at the same time, whether they are aware of it or not.” ~ Czeslaw Milosz ~ My name is Cristina Jill Mosqueda Cooper. I pause looking at my name, and think about how much there is to explain with those words alone. My mother gave me a name to use in each of my worlds, Cristina for my Cuban life, and Jill for the American life. I suppose it is there were the paradoxes of my life began. I have been many things in my life, from a housekeeper to a high school history teacher; but no matter what else I did, I was always a writer. I love words and the power and passion which they can be used to create. I love reading words, writing words, speaking words, and listening to words – especially words from people that I love and respect. It is my desire to live life on my own terms, and willingly or not, I have paid the price demanded, by the world, to be myself. I share my life with Kate, with whom I have lived for the last 23 years, and Miss Merry Margaret, our little mutt who really is the world’s most perfect dog. I also travel, cook, garden, sculpt, and make large messes doing all of the above. Welcome to my world, that is all for now.

Web Site: http://thatisallfornow.com


Art

September 17, 2019

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~   The Field Hospital by Eastman Johnson Created in 1867, the painting captures a woman, a volunteer of The Sanitary Commission, comforting a Union soldier, by helping him to write a letter.  ...
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A View from the Road

September 14, 2019

Ms. Magazine Way     I was walking down 3rd Avenue, in New York City, in the rain, when I looked up and noticed Ms. Magazine Way. I did not take out my camera, but used my phone to snap this photograph, and truly wished I had someone there with me, to share the...
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Remembering Nine-Eleven

September 11, 2019

9/11 Memorial of Maryland     When I was a child, I remember adults talking about where they were on December 7, 1941, the day Pearl Harbor was bombed, and on November 22, 1963, the day President Kennedy was killed. I am honestly a bit embarrassed to say so, but I also remembering wondering...
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Nature

September 7, 2019

My Container Garden’s Visit to the Sunshine     We decided to take the container garden outside this summer; these are the plants which live around the indoor pool.   (I wonder how the dinosaur found a home  in the Cuban oregano 😉    There were plans of doing some painting in the pool...
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Action

September 5, 2019

The American Character     I saw a story about a man in Florida, who had just spent 50,000 dollars on hurricane relief supplies, for the Bahamas. CNN tried to interview him, and he said no thank you; he apparently was not looking for publicity. I always say that it was my Father, who...
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Food

September 4, 2019

Beef Stroganoff     I do not remember my Mother making beef stroganoff, when I was growing up; I cannot actually imagine it might have been a dish that my Father would have eaten. What I do remember is my Russian language professor, taking our class on a field trip to Los Angeles, which...
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From the Editor

September 1, 2019

Resilience     No Man is an Island “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a...
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Free this Month

September 1, 2019

National Public Lands Day And Smithsonian Free Museum Day   I love September for many reasons, it is the start of a favorite time of year, and it is also the month when we are presented with two wonderful opportunities to explore for free – and you know how much I love free! This...
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Ephemera

August 26, 2019

Roney Plaza Cabana Sun Club And Café de la Paix I do not know why I have not framed these menus; I love them! No, that is not true. I have not framed them because I do not want to lose access to three out of the four pages, by simply framing the cover,...
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In Nature

August 24, 2019

Petrified Wood     The first road trip souvenir Kate and I bought was a piece of petrified wood, which to this day, hangs in the house.       At the time, we were quite broke, and thrilled to have a little sliver of this fascinating material.   When I was a child,...
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