Coop's Cookies On Long-Term Hiatus

September 2016

Coop’s Cookies may be a single proprietorship, but at heart it has always been a family project, and would not be possible without my parents.  My mom is an integral part of the business.  In December she was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

My family is rather private, but I want to take a moment to talk about my mom, because I hate the idea of the only thing I mention about her being that she got a horrible disease.  So, here is a very abridged biography of Marilyn Cooper (née Marcy):

She was born in the Lents neighborhood of Portland in 1950, to a railroad electrician and an OB nurse.  Mom knew at a young age that she wanted to go into nursing, and got her B.S. in Nursing from PSU and OHSU.  She loved her job and was extremely good at it.  She met my dad, Larry Cooper, on a blind date, and they married in 1981, when she also became a stepmom to my older brother and sister.  My parents are of different faiths and grew up with different home lives and views of the world, yet are very compatible and deeply in love.  They can spend an eternity in one another’s company, going for long walks, enjoying movies and meals.

Mom tells us she was secretly thrilled when both my little sister and I turned out to be girls, and our home was bright with art and food and giggling and singing and sooo much glitter.  We rode bikes and read books; we played ridiculous games with the animals, like when Mom taught our big wolfy dog to eat delicately from a fork.  We talked about just about everything.  Mom laughed at our humor and counseled us through tough times at school.  She told us that she always knew she would love her kids but was delighted to also find us so interesting.

My mom has more integrity than anyone I’ve ever known, and it comes entirely naturally; she does what she believes is right even when no one is looking.  She is intelligent, insightful, kind, courageous, and a wonderful storyteller.  She taught me to think for myself and stand up to abusive authority, strengthened by the promise that she would always be on my side.

When my mom received her diagnosis she was in otherwise perfect health, so the cognitive dissonance was jarring.  I felt so optimistic (or perhaps delusional) about the treatments available that I thought I could carry on as normal.  I planned to take a month or so off this summer and then reopen the business, but the reality of facing a stage IV cancer diagnosis made those plans seem silly in retrospect.

I could not have kept Coop’s Cookies going through the spring without our customers.  Your kind words and adorable dogs and enthusiasm for cookies gave me much-needed moments of lightness.  Enough families, sadly, have been affected by cancer that I know I don’t need to explain my decision to keep the business closed until further notice.  I hope you’ll check back from time to time, and that we will all be enjoying Coop’s Cookies again in the future.

Thank you for your support.

XOXO,

Jessica Cooper

Coop’s Cookies