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


Food

March 15, 2019

Game Night Cake “A Party without cake is just a meeting.” ~ Julia Child~ Cake matters!  In the television show Friends, when one of the characters, Monica, meets her infant nephew, she promises him that she will always have gum. I share my great appreciation for that show with my niece, Beth, whose children...
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The Dialogue

March 9, 2019

Happy Birthday Mother   My plans for March 9th are to visit an orchid show, my Mother’s favorite flowers, which I love;  and yes, eat fried chicken, that I do not so much care about, but that she loved.  One of the things I decided a few years ago, was that instead of spending...
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From the Editor

March 3, 2019

“The Proof of the Pudding is in the Eating”     Have you notice that it does not matter which words are spoken if they are unaccompanied by actions? If you are told that you have won a million dollars, but never receive a dime, the words are meaningless, it is the same with...
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The ThatIsAllForNow Family Photo Album Part III

March 3, 2019

My heart is overflowing with happiness!  Of the many things which I love about That Is All For Now, the Family (not just the biological family, but all of the people that I write about) Photo Albums are one of my favorite features.  While not included in the Mobile site, it is still accessible...
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Poet’s Corner

March 1, 2019

Record, Remember, and Relive   Write it down Yes The good and the not so good The moments you believe you will want to treasure And those you wish had not been as they were One day Maybe sooner than you might imagine It will matter that you are the one that recorded your...
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A View From the Road

March 1, 2019

A Perfect Sunset     I am not sure that a perfect sunset can be enhanced; but I must say the pelican in flight does help create an even more perfect View From the Road.
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Public Square

February 22, 2019

Eloise   I must admit that I felt more than a little bit mischievous, the first time I decided to go into the Plaza Hotel, in New York City, in search of Eloise. Eloise is the central character of a children’s book written by Kay Thomspson and illustrated by Hilary Knight.  The initial story...
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Art

February 16, 2019

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~   Love of Winter by George Wesley Bellows Okay, I am never going to love winter, but I do love this painting by George Wesley Bellows, who was born and raised in Columbus,...
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Nature

February 13, 2019

Broken Beauty     Can there be beauty in brokenness? I believe there can be and is; and I also believe that beauty is not just in the eye of the beholder. When I bought this orchid, the stem was not bent; though a bent stem would not have been enough of an issue...
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A View from the Road

February 10, 2019

A Very Different View of Time Square     While driving into New York City, I noticed how lite the traffic was, for no apparent reason; nevertheless, I was not prepared to see this View, of Time Square, from our hotel window. I cannot remember ever having seen the City’s streets so empty.  Thankfully,...
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