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


Action

July 11, 2018

Follow National Human Trafficking Hotline Usually, when we stop for take-out, Kate goes inside to order and or pick-up the food; but this stop, at a restaurant we have frequented before, fell on me. After ordering and paying for our food, I stepped aside from the busy counter, as the restaurant...
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In the Wild!

July 7, 2018

Follow One of Hemingway’s Cat     We toured Ernest Hemingway’s house, in Key West, Florida, many years ago; not on our first visit to the Keys, in 1991, but on one of many return visits with a little extra money, to cover the price of admission. Not all stops that...
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Art

July 4, 2018

Follow To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Washington Family by Edward Savage In honor of our Nation’s birthday, I wish you a Happy 4th of July and I share with you a portrait of our...
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From the Editor

July 1, 2018

Follow My Love Language Lindette, Marcial, and Kate I must start this by saying that I am missing at least a photograph or two, that I will add before long, to this essay. The missing photographs are of a gift, given to me by my dear friend Linda (Lindette). How dear...
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Nature

June 26, 2018

Follow The Topiary Garden   This garden in Columbus, Ohio, depicts Georges Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon On the Ile De La Grande Jatte.    I love not only the idea for this unique garden, but also its execution; I hope you find a bit of inspiration, for your own garden —...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

June 25, 2018

Follow Souvenir de Dunkerque   I found this collection of post cards in an old book; I imagine that they were purchased as memento of the person’s trip, and not necessarily to send to friends and family, based on the fact that there are various views of Dunkirk, France.    ...
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A View from the Road

June 20, 2018

Follow He is Waiting for You?   I saw this well dressed man, sitting, at a park, near a beach in mid-Florida, without the slightest ounce of pretense.  He did not have an animal he was walking or waiting on, there was no newspaper or book or even a journal, to...
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Food

June 18, 2018

Follow Fried Chicken   My Mother, and her mother before her, both had a knack for frying chicken; a Sunday dinner favorite.  The first time I made fried chicken was when I was in junior high school, and my Home Economics teacher introduced me to buttermilk battered chicken.  I was fascinated...
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Public Square

June 11, 2018

Follow “1930’s Family Camping: York Beach, Maine At Home on the Road”     I unexpectedly happened upon this exhibit, at the Smithsonian, and found myself taking a moment to savor a piece of both familiar and foreign history. One of the things I first noticed, when driving through Maine, many...
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In the Wild!

June 9, 2018

Follow Cheese Curls and the Seagulls     We came upon this couple, at Nubble Lighthouse, in York, Maine, and absolutely had to stop to photograph their interaction with the seagulls – yes, I asked if I could photograph, and they kindly said yes.     Apparently, the majestic gull, shares...
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