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 26, 2018

Follow Baklava I do not remember when I first ate baklava, but for some time now, when I have extra phyllo dough, usually after making a spinach pie, I will make a batch of this most wonderful decadent treat, that never seems to last. There is an extravagance in baklava, because...
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Favorite Books

March 22, 2018

Follow Sitting By My Bedside     “One sure window into a person’s soul is his reading list.” ~ Mary B. W. Tabor ~   What are you reading?  Are you looking for your next great read?  Here is a look at what is sitting by my bedside, and which I...
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Art

March 16, 2018

Follow To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~      The Creation by  Artist Unknown  I would not have thought the Creation, as the subject of the painting; rather it seems to be more about Noah and...
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In the Wild!

March 15, 2018

Follow Trampling Through the Snow     On a slightly solemn day I spotted these horses, and I could not help but pull over, to take a closer look, at these majestic animals, standing in a snow covered field.     They too seemed interested in a visit.  Perhaps, they thought...
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Public Square

March 15, 2018

Follow The Algonquin Hotel     Though the hotel opened in 1902, it would be a few years later, till it entered literary lore.  “In the summer of 1919 a group of writers met in the Pergola Room for a party and came to have lunch at the Algonquin every day...
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Perfect Post Cards

March 13, 2018

Follow Margaret Mitchell’s House     “She had never understood either of the men she had loved and so she had lost them both. Now, she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved him; had she ever understood Rhett, she would never have lost him.” ~...
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In Nature

March 8, 2018

Follow Nor’easter   I have been battling a cold, grateful it is not the flu; but last night I took two Cold-Tylenol’s; normally I am a pretty light sleeper, but when the fan went off and the alarm began to sound, I refused to open my eyes. It was 3:30 in...
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A View from the Road

March 7, 2018

Follow Elvis Statue Beale Street Memphis, Tennessee     I too was “Walking in Memphis”, on a dark and gloomy day,  when I happened upon this statue of Elvis Presley. I had been standing on Second and Beale Street, contemplating B.B. King, when Elvis drew me over for a visit. Like...
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From the Editor

March 1, 2018

Follow “It Was so Fresh”     The bright, red tomato, that I shared with you, In Nature, last month, was actually picked and eaten by my oldest great-niece, much to my delight! She had finished swimming with her father and siblings, when she came into the kitchen, ready for supper.  I showed her...
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Action

March 1, 2018

Follow As Fran Would Say – It is a Shanda First, let me state that this call to action is not about politics, it is about people. Regardless of ones position, on the Second Amendment and Gun Control, the Parkland Massacre appears to have been the most preventable school shooting, in...
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