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.

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Perfect Post Cards

April 16, 2018

Follow A Pre-Texting Post Card “Having a great time, wish you were here.” I have had this post card, in my possession, since before texting entered any of our lives; the yellowing you see has been earned through the years.   As you know, I love post cards, so the cynical nature of this...
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Favorite Books

April 13, 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 am...
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In Nature

April 12, 2018

Follow Scattered Shells     There is little In Nature that compares to a walk on the beach. Regardless of what ails you or where you need to be, if you find a patch of sand, sitting next to the sea, step away from your world and enter paradise.    ...
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April 11, 2018

Follow   Day of Remembrance of the Holocaust and the Heroism Yom HaShoah     Holocaust Memorial By Ofra Friedland   There are various days, around the world, which are set aside to remember the six million Jewish people who were murdered in the Holocaust between 1933 and 1945. The International...
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April 7, 2018

Follow Strawberry Shortcake     I remember, as a child, my Mother buying those little sponge cake cups, that are always close to the strawberries, in the produce section of the market, in order to make strawberry shortcake; and I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy them,...
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Public Square

April 5, 2018

Follow The James Thurber House     “Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.” ~ James Thurber ~ An Adventures Daydreamer Did you know that Mittyesque is a word? The word is derived from one of James Thurber’s most well-known shorty stories, The...
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From the Editor

April 2, 2018

Follow Save the Picture   One of the things that I admire about the generation that came of age in the world of digital photography is how many pictures they share, on “bad hair days.”  You know, those days when what you are wearing is not exactly flattering, or the camera has captured more...
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April 1, 2018

Follow Happy Easter   “After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. 2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His...
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Poet’s Corner

April 1, 2018

Follow Daddy and Dino   I have nothing to say, except that I really like the picture. I am not sure why. No, I know it is him, but also, I kind of wish I were her. He reminds me of him. He always did. I miss him I miss what...
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March 27, 2018

Follow Now, I am Scared We Really Need to Talk and Listen One of the questions, most often put before me, when I was younger and interaction with Cuba was much more restricted, was why did the Cuban people, not fight Fidel Castro, when he declared the Revolution to be communist...
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