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


In Nature

March 24, 2017

A Place of Peace     Recently, I had the privilege of sitting in our friend’s garden, while I waited for everyone to finish their pesky obligations, which were in the way of celebrating a birthday. As I sat there, reading, I could not help but marvel at the beautiful space they had created...
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Favorite Books

March 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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Public Square

March 20, 2017

Nathan Hale and the Homestead     “I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country” ~ Nathan Hale ~   Do you remember Nathan Hale from a history class or movie or maybe the cartoon Liberty Kids?  Perhaps, it is just those famous last words, of his, that...
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In the Wild!

March 18, 2017

A Return to My Ducks     Can you see the little ducklings left foot, lifted up and ready to follow his mother? The ducks, or my ducks, as I and many of my neighbors once fondly referred to them, were the original inspiration for this column.  Yes, I am so enamored of these...
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Art

March 16, 2017

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~      Carnival Evening by Henri Rousseau As winter continues to linger, I offer you a bit of whimsy to cheer you on to brighter days! I saw this painting, oil on canvas,...
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Food

March 9, 2017

Lobster   Because we were in Maine! Many years ago, it was quite a pleasure to be able to prepare a lobster for my Mother on her birthday, today would have been her 86th birthday.  Lobster  was something she had never eaten before, and of course, being in Maine, where lobster fishing began, and...
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From the Editor

March 1, 2017

Peace     “Peace: a state of tranquility or quiet: such as a: freedom from civil disturbance b: a state of security or order within a community provided for by law or custom 2: freedom from disquieting or oppressive thoughts or emotions 3: harmony in personal relations 4a: a state or period of mutual...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

March 1, 2017

The Curtis-Lee Mansion   “May 21st, 1942 Washington, D. C. Am having a great time. Leaving tomorrow about 9.  Don’t know if well go straight through without stopping or not. Sue” The card with its sharp 1 cent stamp that reads United States of America, Industry Agriculture for Defense, is of the Curtis-Lee Mansion,...
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Because I Can

February 28, 2017

Writer’s Homes     Louisa May Alcott’s Orchard House 399 Lexington Road Concord, Massachusetts 01742   The Beat Museum 540 Broadway San Francisco, California 94133   William Cullen Bryant Homestead 207 Bryant Road Cummington, Massachusetts 01026   Pearl S. Buck Birthplace P.O. Box 126 Hillsboro, West Virginia 24946   Pearl S. Buck House Pearl...
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Public Square

February 27, 2017

Grant’s Tomb     The first time we went to Grant’s Tomb, was quite by accident and a very long time ago; in fact it was in the last century! We were on Riverside Drive, perhaps also by accident, yet somehow managed to find parking and pulled over to take a look, at this...
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