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

February 22, 2014

North, South, East, and West     At the train station, in Selma, North Carolina, I stepped out onto the empty platform and was immediately drawn to the perfectly crossed tracks – literally.  I do not remember previously having seen train tracks intersect in such a manner.  As I stared at the tracks intently, I could...
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From the Editor

February 22, 2014

  What do we treasure? Recently, I toured the Belz Museum in Memphis Tennessee, which specializes in Asian and Judaica works of art.  http://www.belzmuseum.org/ ; the collection was quite fascinating; and you may be sure that I shall be sharing some of the work with you.  Prominently displayed, was an intricately carved wood screen,...
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Food

February 20, 2014

Borscht     My Mother loved borscht. Fran, however, also loves it, and has spoken about her Mother’s borscht with such longing, that I decided to give it a try. This is basically a sweet and sour type of soup, which can be served hot or cold, with or without meat, I shredded the...
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Public Square

February 17, 2014

President Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Park     It took us two separate visits, neither planned, to see President Abraham Lincoln’s Birthplace and Childhood Home.   In pouring rain, we pulled off the highway, driving north on the 65, in Kentucky, following brown historical signs to Knob Creek Place, to this small log cabin, which housed...
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Poet’s Corner

February 15, 2014

Where Are We?   Greetings! Where are you? I’ve missed you. I sat at the window, our window looking for you looking for us. I watched the sun rise and then set again but you did not come. We never came. I waited for us to come strolling by hand in hand, like we...
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Art

February 4, 2014

  To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~     The Millinery Shop by Edgar Degas   I love this painting, though I am not usually drawn to such an orange pallet.  The milliner is hard at work, admiring her...
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A View from the Road

January 30, 2014

The View from my Window     Yes, it is cold.    
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Public Square

January 26, 2014

    White Sands, New Mexico   I love spontaneous and serendipitous travel; however, there are times when information and planning are invaluable.  When I headed off to White Sands, I was dually motivated.  First, I wanted to see this remarkable place, which my sister, Caroline, had introduced me to, through a photograph of...
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Food

January 18, 2014

French Toast     French toast is one of those glorious weekend brunch dishes, which while may seem time consuming is worth the effort, and I believe stays warm, in a 200 degree oven, better than pancakes, allowing the cook to also sit down and enjoy the meal. Just make sure that as you...
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Art

January 15, 2014

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~   The Trinquetaille Bridge by  Vincent Van Gogh   I wish I was walking up these 1888 steps, in the south of France!   Art can never exist without naked beauty displaced. ~...
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