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“Her writing is flawless.” Amazon review

“The Vast Landscape is more than just an incredible love story. It is a chronicle of a women’s journey. There’s something very visceral about the range of emotions the story evokes and the variety of relationships it explores. From family to friendships to lovers and back again, Harrison’s drive and enduring passion bind her to an intriguing fate bridging the generations of Georgia Pine.”  Amazon review

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THE VAST LANDSCAPE by Jacqueline Cioffa

The Vast Landscape is a journey, a pilgrimage, a walk filled with doubt, mistrust, fame, self-discovery and a life lived, big and bold. The carnival ride comes full circle. The Vast Landscape sucks you in from the very first page and keeps you there, holding your breath. Harrison, the complicated, fearless, brash, messy heroine on her quest to find inner peace in spite of her flaws. Raw, emotional, honest to a fault, The Vast Landscape keeps you guessing and wanting more…


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Georgia Pine

“For those of you who fell in love with Harry in “The Vast Landscape” and wanted the saga to continue, Jacqueline Cioffa has answered your call with her new novel, “Georgia Pine”. Another great read from Ms. Cioffa! She continues to top my list, along with Kristin Hannah and Penny Vincenzi.” Amazon review


Jacqueline Cioffa was an international model for 17 years and celebrity makeup artist. She is a dog lover, crystal collector and Stone Crab enthusiast. Living with manic depression, Jacqueline is an advocate for mental health awareness. She’s a storyteller, observer, essayist, potty mouth and film lover who’s traveled the world.

THE VAST LANDSCAPE her soul stirring fiction debut explores the universal depths of the human experience.

Fans of the emotional, heartfelt first novel will not be able to put GEORGIA PINE, the anticipated sequel down.

Author Deets

Amazon Author Central http://www.amazon.com/Jacqueline-Cioffa/e/B00H4EZKVE/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Facebook Author Page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jackie-Cioffa/1503195796626505?ref=bookmarks

Twitter @makeupmodelciti

Blog https://choff777.wordpress.com


Syracuse Fashion Week 2015 is in high gear.

Join me along with other illustrious guests for a fun, glam evening at the Landmark Gala, April 11th, 2015.


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Jackie Cioffa's Article
-excerpt THE VAST LANDSCAPE SyrFWSpring2015 LookBook


Light of Orbs


Do you believe in signs? I try. I want to. Some days they’re impossible to ignore.

I have a funny kind of feeling we’ve been here, lived this place before.

Maybe not in the same order, geography or circumstance. I don’t know, maybe not at all says the practical parts to me.

I’m pretty sure we won’t remember.

I’m quite certain the people I have loved deeply, who have loved me fiercely remain infinitely an existential part of my spirit.

One can hope.

Then again maybe I shouldn’t believe in this world, but a different one where pain tastes like cotton candy, death is celebrated with dance and joy, planes don’t crash into the side of mountains but glide on love. Heinous evil, racism, hatred, fear, greed, guilt are words no longer recognized or used in our vocabulary.

“We are made of star stuff.” Carl Sagan

I love that quote, it represents the fortuitous impossibility we are.

I look for them, the signs.

I do.

I can’t help but want them to be true.

Truth is universal, truth always wins.

The signs help make sense of the free-floating chaos swirling over, above, under and straight through us.

“Humans presume their orbs are unique, very different, when in fact they are not, they remain very much the same. The only variants are in shape, color and size.” – Jacqueline Cioffa

The quotes, imagination and creative worlds they live inside.

The orbs came yesterday in the form of magnificent, silver-light reflection shimmering atop the ripples of crisp blue waters.

I felt serene, almost happy.

I searched ‘orbs’ for a quote from “Georgia Pine” on my Kindle.

Funny, OTB came up instead.

Not funny at all, not to me.

My dad was a lover of the betting the horses and frequent OTB visitor. Like almost daily and I shared his great big, gambling fool heart.

The best of me lives in the orbs I have known and the signs, well…

The signs might not always be there, the sun will eventually die and burn out.

I am predestined to be star-dust set free.


Carl Sagan 

GEORGIA PINE http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00T270L88

"Jacqueline Cioffa has answered your call with her new novel, "Georgia Pine"."

“Georgia Pine” Book Signing with Jacqueline Cioffa  3 / 28 / 15

“For those of you who fell in love with Harry in “The Vast Landscape” and wanted the saga to continue, Jacqueline Cioffa has answered your call with her new novel, “Georgia Pine”. Amazon review


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“Thank you to everyone who came out today. I’m touched by the overwhelming support.

Without you the reader, the words become yellow parchment paper gathering dust in some attic.”

– Jacqueline Cioffa

Never Quit Your Dreams

“JC delivers again. Spectacular, I could picture myself @ The Cove – and I’m not sure New Orleans will ever be the same for me.. Thanks Jackie for sharing your brilliant mind with us again – and I’m holding out hope for another…” Amazon review


Indigo Blue – Jacqueline Cioffa

Indigo Blue – Jacqueline Cioffa

Indigo Blue _ Jacqueline Cioffa

THE VAST LANDSCAPE is not a paper book it’s her sacred, dirty little secret, twisted truths, and sweet, silent, young girl, hope-filled, pajama party whisper. The pretty, stubborn, fire red know-it-all, chaotic, poignant, gut-wrenching mess. 50,000 rambling words, the love letter to  her beautiful, chaotic, messy, best-self. A birth, a rebirth, and relentless, acid reflux regurgitating and redemptive truth. The restorative, calm sea breeze breath, choppy, stormy inhale, and liberating, tsunami exhale one only understands from the monumental fuck-ups; bleeding ink, blotched heartache and bliss.


GEORGIA PINE is the middle, the suspense, the mysterious, excruciating reality of the tedious, ad nauseam average, all too ordinary humdrum life that happens somewhere inside the suffocated, stalled, desperate breath of regret. The horrible understanding that your parents will fact die, you will indeed follow, and there is more pain in this one life than imagined. It’s the death that becomes her. The realization that she does not have enough time or too much to fix all the unfixable.

EVERGREEN… is she becoming, too bad, like it or not



EVERGREEN is no longer about she. It’s not about her misguided, silly idealistic, hair-brained notions, rusted,  and busted waterlogged, overflowing, broken down pipe-dreams. Stupid girl, it never was. Nature belongs to the knotty pine, cedar smell abysses, etching and grooves on the tree trunks, and the brief, momentary spin-cycles revisited. The old woman stares longingly, sorrowful, pitifully into her puddle of tears, gazing down at her swollen, purple-veined, unsightly, knuckle-busted, hands  of delusion that held all the love and regret, too tight, curled inside arthritic fingers. She, is me, fifty years too far in front, saying hello and taunting good-bye from a solitary, soiled, piss-soaked, lonesome vacant room. She sits idle waiting on death while gazing out the long forgotten, paint-chipped, fragmented, wood rotted, unkempt windowpane.

Whittling, whittling, whittling away the wee hours, she cries herself to sleep. No one hears her tears.

THE VAST LANDSCAPE isn’t some, alien, Scifi, green screen infused Trilogy, it’s down and dirty, life start to finish.

If given the choice, how would she choose this do over life again?

If given the choice would she ask for a break, request a small respite favor, the tiniest morsel of less bird crumbs.

Hey man, he tells her, take it easy this time around.

She scribbles just a tiny, nothing, paper-dream request.

In utero.

She maps out a blueprint plan, timed and marked with an indigo-blue sharpie, disappearing, invisible ink, blotted, slippery, shit for brains, dried out pen.

Right here, right now, right or wrong from her very first breath.

Into whose arms she fell willingly.

Choose well, he goads, the God’s and the heavens.

Choose well, girl.

Choose love, not hell for fuck’s sake.

How could she possibly get it wrong?

Love hurts, he scolds.

Next time she pick smarter, richer, better.

Next time.

Who’s she kidding, there’s no next time.

There’s only this next to nothing, everything, sunny, stormy day.

And, her?

This girl, she’d choose the very same.

To live, to live, and to live through hell and back.

Do it again, and again.

Until she breaks.

Not quite, he whispers, not quite beautifully broken.

Let’s rock, roll and a break, sweet child of mine.

Do over, die over a million times.

Get on with it, dreaming, feeling and breathing.

This crazy, messed up thing called living.

She twitches in the her sagged, stretched and marked, itchy skin. 

Forever impatient, forever stubborn, forever.

Black Irish.


To live, breathe and exist inside the riff of a high pitched, blues blowing, screaming, guitar picking, melodic indigo blues.

To dance, wet, nude, and arms outstretched, swaying under the midnight, beautiful, dark blues sky, howling at the moon.

The stormier the weather the better, the light always comes back ’round.

I am not hate.

I have to remind myself to walk away from the hate multiple times a day when frustration gets too heavy, life bears down too hard.

Living is torture even when one is ridiculously happy.

Living consumed by hate, the ugliest impossibility.

The sun is a billion years dead and gone, yet she shines so warm and glorious.

I’m going to bask in the light of the sun.

I bought three gemstone rings today for no particular reason, maybe Mania is swirling about.

White Opal, blue Opal and an Amethyst a reminder of the sparkle pretty, shimmering facets that live inside.

Rooting myself to the earth’s core brilliance, natural hues and color palettes.

No room for hate, nope.

No sir.

Not on me, not  this day.

“I am not hate; I am not jealousy. I am the bigger person owning nothing but the dream.” THE VAST LANDSCAPE




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