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


A View from the Road

June 12, 2017

Are you a Tortoise or Hare? “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.” ~ 1 Corinthians 9:24 ~   Walking the streets of Boston, I happened upon this enchanting public sculpture, in Copley...
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From the Editor

June 1, 2017

Alive But Not Living I Will Not Name Names     “Overdose deaths involving prescription opioids have quadrupled since 1999,1,2 and so have sales of these prescription drugs.3 From 1999 to 2015, more than 183,000 people have died in the U.S. from overdoses related to prescription opioids.” https://www.cdc.gov/drugoverdose/data/overdose.html Let me start by stating the obvious, we...
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Holiday’s

May 26, 2017

Memorial Day   One of the many things, which I appreciate in New England, is that Memorial Day is about stopping to reflect on those we have lost, in service to our nation; not about going out to look for bargains.  Take a few minutes, as this long weekend begins, and remember those who...
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Food

May 24, 2017

Vegan Stuffed Bell Peppers     I do not think it is a secret, especially to his wife, that my favorite person in the world, to cook for, is Marcial. Both he and his son eat with gusto; Marcial is adventurous, in general, but also with food and is always willing to try anything...
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In the Wild!

May 19, 2017

Old Friends at Kentucky Downs   We were in Kentucky and Kate said she wanted to pet a horse; not always do wishes come true so easily, but on this day it was just that simple.     The first time we pulled off the I-65, in Franklin, Kentucky, was when we were traveling...
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Public Square

May 17, 2017

Oklahoma City National Memorial     “We have come here to say to those who masterminded this cruel plot and those who executed it the spirit of this city and this nation will not be defeated.” ~ Reverend Billy Graham ~     “You are entering the area where the Alfred P. Murrah Building...
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Favorite Books

May 17, 2017

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 pleased to recommend. Let me know...
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Art

May 14, 2017

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~    Mother and Child by Pierre-Auguste Renoir There are many works by Renoir titled Mother and Child, after all an ideal subject for an artist of such skill and talent, who was also...
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Poet’s Corner

May 10, 2017

What Happens If     What happens if I fall into your eyes? What if, for just a second, I forget who we are and simply let go? What if there are no tomorrows to prepare for, and no plans to think about?   What happens if I fall into your arms? What if...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

May 10, 2017

The Petrified Forest     The first souvenir Kate and I ever bought was a small slice of petrified wood, in Arizona, thirty years ago. It was a stop, on that first road trip, which I had wanted to make, as I remembered visiting the national park, as a child, when we lived in Winslow,...
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