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


Did You Know?

May 9, 2017

The End of an Era   I do not want to talk about the politics behind how animals are treated; trust me, I understand. A couple of weeks ago, Kate and I went to a wild animal refuge and lasted less than an hour, broken hearted at the small cages and confinements.  But despite...
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In Nature

May 7, 2017

More Orchids I cannot help myself; I adore everything about these beautifully exotic plants, most especially that I shared my passion for Orchids with my Mother; who is of course the person who introduced to me this marvelous plant.  Thus, Happy Mother’s Day — I cannot think of a better way to celebrate Motherhood...
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A View from the Road

May 4, 2017

The Big Duck     It is literally a building shaped like a big duck – and of course, given my fondness for ducks, I had to make the pilgrimage – even in the middle of the night, and yes, it was worth the drive. He lives on Long Island, New York, in Suffolk County,...
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From the Editor

May 1, 2017

An Ode to the Last of the Extraordinary Wrapping Paper     Around five or maybe six years ago, at Christmas time, Kate received an odd shaped box in the mail, that contained wrapping paper, ribbons, bows, and I think even a pair of scissors. Being who she is, the gift meant little to...
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Words Worth Thinking About

May 1, 2017

Julia’s Wisdom       I spotted this plate in a little shop in North Carolina; I could not agree more — everyone should have cake!  
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Public Square

April 29, 2017

April 29, 1992   This week, I was speaking with my dear friend, Shahnaz. We were sharing one of those insanely long, but always too short chats where we catch-up on each other’s lives, and the thousands of miles in between us, seem to melt away, just a bit.  We touch on everything from...
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In the Wild!

April 24, 2017

  Guinea Fowl     It was the deer, in the field, which first beckoned me to pull over. He did not stay in view long.     But he led to these three guinea fowl, while driving down a back road, in southern Ohio. I think they were having a bit of lunch,...
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Favorite Books

April 24, 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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Food

April 23, 2017

The Union Oyster House     This month, I am not going to share a recipe with you, rather a restaurant.  To mark a bit of our history, we headed to the historical Boston landmark The Union Oyster House, which according to their website “is the oldest restaurant in Boston and the oldest restaurant...
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From the Editor

April 19, 2017

Violence and Hopelessness “In the state of Massachusetts, Hernandez died an innocent man due to the legal principle of abatement ab initio, where if a person dies and has not exhausted all legal appeals, the case reverts to its status at the beginning; so the person becomes innocent.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aaron_Hernandez   In New England, today,...
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