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

December 11, 2016

Christmas in Kennebunkport Maine     Watching the people gather across the road, on the bridge, of course raised our curiosity, but did not detour us from our walk. We continued over the bridge to the display which had caught our eye, when we drove into town.  However, we did not tarry and after...
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Favorite Books

December 7, 2016

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

December 6, 2016

Pearl Harbor     {Photograph taken on the boat, as we approached the Memorial, an iconic shot that includes, from left to right, the USS Missouri, where the Japanese surrendered, ending World War II, in the Pacific, the harbor control tower at Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickam, which was built in 1925, and from where...
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The Dialogue

December 3, 2016

Merry Christmas Make History   I am not sure she could have offered me a more apropos greeting; even so many years later, her words and the card still bring a smile to my face and hope to my heart.   Dec 1, (1999) “This is the last Christmas of the Century – Make...
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From the Editor

December 1, 2016

This Was the Year It has been quite a year; it began and ended with trips to North Carolina, a state which has had a rather historical year of its own, but that is not the history I will dwell on here. As 2016 draws to a close, I feel compelled to spend a...
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Poet’s Corner

November 29, 2016

Lucille Marlene     I have often told your Mother that she comes from good stock, and it is true.   She was birthed into a world with mighty women looking over her, watching to make sure she understood her value; telling her that her dreams, hopes, and wishes rested in her hands, and...
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Cuba

November 28, 2016

An Evil Genius   I would like to share a perspective worth reading, which must remain anonymous for now:   “We Cubans used to call Fidel Castro “un genio del mal“, someone that used his extraordinary intelligence to rise to power and cement his absolute authority over millions of his compatriots, causing pain, death...
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Favorite Books

November 26, 2016

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....
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Art

November 22, 2016

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~  Landing of the Pilgrims by Henry Sargent  Happy Thanksgiving! This is the first painting hung in Americas oldest continuous museum, Pilgrim Hall, in Plymouth Massachusetts. “The Pilgrims were not met by a Native...
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In the Wild!

November 18, 2016

  Intrude         I had previously been to the North Carolina Museum of Art, which has an excellent collection, is free to the public, and is staffed by volunteers, including the grounds keeping, and thus on a recent stay in the area, I was not sure I would stop again.      ...
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