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


Favorite Books

November 2, 2010
Favorite Books

Patton The Pursuit of Destiny By Agostino Von Hassell and Ed Breslin A man who for so many was larger than life is the subject of Patton: The Pursuit of Destiny which is a chronologically arranged biography about four star General George S. Patton Jr., the World War II leader who has so closely been...
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A View from the Road

October 26, 2010

  On a Road in Arkansas We had been in Branson, Missouri, meandering through the Ozarks, on a very dark night.   Kate was driving, when I happened to notice the above sign.  It took me several seconds to process the words I had read, after which she put the car in reverse, that I might...
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Action

October 21, 2010
Action

History Will Judge Us For Our Silence  Update On Sakineh Mohammadi Ashtiani In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in line outside the prison in Leningrad.      One day somebody in the crowd identified me.  Standing behind me was a woman, with lips blue from the cold, who...
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In the Garden

October 20, 2010
In the Garden

Wildlife in the Garden One of the pleasures of the garden is watching the creatures which have made it home.  While I have yet to master wildlife photography, below are a few shots of the many animals which either make our garden their home, or drop by for a visit! Not pictured are the...
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From the Editor

October 19, 2010
From the Editor

And Counting I have removed “Bienvenidos, Mi Casa Es Su Casa” for the season, replacing it with a tin pumpkin, which says welcome; still hanging is the welcome to the garden porcelain sign, which will not come down until the Merry Christmas takes its place on the arbor.  Missing, are the campaign placards which...
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The Poet’s Corner

October 18, 2010
The Poet’s Corner

El Braz Your spirit seems familiar, I feel the imprint of your soul upon my own. Yet, you are far away. Who are you? Have we met? Do I know you? Or are you just a passing acquaintance, that I happened upon one night? That imprint – was it just the passing press, or...
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Art

October 18, 2010

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. ~William Blake ~ Caprice in Purple and Gold No 2: The Golden Screen, by James Abbott McNeill Whistler
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Public Square

October 12, 2010

Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial   I remember this war and I remember all of the controversy that surrounded the making of this memorial.   It has been a good thirty years since I first visited the Memorial.  I approached from the Mall, reverently, yet anticipating my opportunity to see what all of the fuss was about....
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Favorite Books

October 7, 2010
Favorite Books

In Memory’s Kitchen A Legacy from the Women of Terezín “When first I opened the copybook and saw the handwriting of my mother, I had to close it,” said Anny.  “I put it away and only much later did I have the courage to look.  My husband and I, we were afraid of it. ...
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Public Square

October 6, 2010
Public Square

    “A man who never lost himself in a cause bigger than himself has missed one of life’s mountaintop experiences.   Only in losing himself does he find himself.” ~ Richard Milhouse Nixon ~ The Ferdinand Magellan lives in Florida!  The Pullman private rail car, which was also known as U.S. 1, the...
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Art


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