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

December 6, 2017

Jerusalem!   Today, on December 6, 2017, President Donald J. Trump, on behalf of the people of the United States, officially recognized Jerusalem, as the capital of the nation of Israel! May God bless America and may God bless Israel – we pray for the peace of Jerusalem, join us!   “By the rivers...
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A View From the Road

December 5, 2017

Albert Einstein     “There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle.  The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ~ Albert Einstein ~   There is much to love about Washington D.C., including its endless unexpected offerings – like coming upon Albert Einstein, deeply...
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From the Editor

December 1, 2017

“Embarrassed and Ashamed”   ~ Elizabeth Cady Stanton ~ “Embarrassed and ashamed” apparently, the new catch phrase for public figures and perhaps a few private ones as well. Is anyone else wondering why none of these men were not embarrassed and ashamed when they were busy behaving so appallingly? I have been thinking a...
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Food

December 1, 2017

Kate’s Pizzelles   Kate makes pizzelles every year, at Christmas, and they are always a hit. They are a very thin and almost understated cookie; I assure you they are highly addictive! Our first Christmas in Maine, after everyone had moved out, from California, Kate spent the 24th making dozens and dozens of pizzelles,...
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Words Worth Thinking About

December 1, 2017

“The essay differs from the article in at least one important point: it is the work of an individual, a man, a person, while the article may be the product of any man, or combination of men, or even a whole editorial staff. The author of an essay is significant in his own right,...
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In Nature

November 29, 2017

You’ve Got Mail The 91st Street Garden     At Riverside Park New York, New York   Let me start by confessing that despite more than a bit of grief from all of the tech people, in my life, I still use AOL, though its latest version may be the beginning of the end...
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Poet’s Corner

November 28, 2017

God’s World By Edna St. Vincent Millay     “O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, they wide gray skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! They woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag To crush! To life the lean of...
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Art

November 27, 2017

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~      The Portland by Antonio Jacobson   U.S.S. Portland, S. S. Packet Company Daily line between Portland and Boston Art does so many different things, from enriching us with beauty, to allowing us...
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In the Wild!

November 22, 2017

Baby Turkey’s   Though we have a flock of turkey’s that live across the river, and often come over for a bite to eat, they never bring their children for a visit. Thus, the first time I saw a baby turkey, In Nature, was driving home from the Ogunquit Theater, with Lois.  We pulled...
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The Dialogue

November 19, 2017

Giving Thanks and Stuffing       When I was in eighth grade, we were living in Hawaii, and I came home from school, inspired by my Home Economics teacher: I asked my Mother if I could cook Thanksgiving and if we could have duck, instead of turkey.  My Mother, God bless her, said...
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