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


Fiction

May 19, 2011
Fiction

BAY VIEW             The small store front café stood on the corner of Bridgeway and Princess Road.  Sunlight streamed in through the large window glass, illuminating the otherwise sleeping room.  To the side, there was a bar which ran the length of the room.  Bronze stools, with burgundy, leather seats stood permanently bolted to...
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Food

May 15, 2011

Picadillo     This is very basic Cuban fare, served with white rice, fried plantains (maduros), with black beans being optional, but preferred.  I make mine with cilantro, which most people do not use, and I add the dried plums and a touch of hot peppers.  Also, I would probably add a bit more...
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In the Wild!

May 14, 2011

Char’s Bumble Bee and Echinacea     He was such a busy bee. Working very hard! I am so glad he let me photograph him.
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A View from the Road

May 14, 2011

Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox, Babe!     I love roadside attractions; I know that they are kitschy, but is that not why we so enjoy stopping at huge tepee’s or massive balls of twine?  Big matters when it comes to these crazy View’s from the Road – and I have to say...
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In the Garden

May 11, 2011

  The Hope of Sunshine and Warmth Though the calendar bid farewell to winter, Mother Earth seems determined to linger in her chilly, wet, windy mode, with snow flurries dotting the ground in May.  I had not expected to find such gloomy weather on this trip; naked trees, dead grasses, and swollen rivers as...
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Art

May 11, 2011

 To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Nuclear Energy by Henry Moore Nuclear Energy by sculptor Henry Moore sits on the exact spot, at the University of Chicago, where members of Manhattan Project, led by Enrico Fermi, on December 2,...
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Where were you on Nine-Eleven?

May 3, 2011

Where Were You on 9-11? In a few short months, we shall mark the tenth anniversary of the Nine-Eleven attacks. I have previously shared my experience, http://thatisallfornow.com/?page_id=1491, now I would now like to hear yours. Where were you on Nine-Eleven? What do you remember about that day? How did you feel then, and how...
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Poet’s Corner

May 3, 2011
Poet’s Corner

Two Lives Lost I needed you yesterday. No, I feared that I would need you; and you would not be there. It reminded me of her, oddly, she was there yesterday; but she was not there the day I needed her. You have so much in common. No, that is my delusion speaking. Decades...
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From the Editor

May 2, 2011
From the Editor

Men of Faith “Even though Times Square Church was miles away from my Tennessee church — in more ways than geographically — I felt at home there, in my red velvet seat, sitting in the sometimes uncomfortable presence of God. I closed my eyes during “Amazing Grace,” heard people all around me singing in...
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Public Square

May 1, 2011

The World War II Memorial Washington, D.C.   This Memorial Day we stop to remember our Veteran’s with a look at the World War II Memorial, in Washington, D.C.; which we visited last year, on Veteran’s day, and which solemnly reminds us the men and women who sacrificed so much both on the front...
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