Author Archives: Jean Carroll Nolan

Jean Carroll Nolan lives in Seaside, California (next door to Monterey), with her husband of 46 years, two dogs, and too many books. She enjoys music (singing, listening, playing three chords on the guitar), reading, and writing poetry, thinking about working in the garden, and cooking on feast days. She reads a good deal, everything from military history to Robert Parker, and loves old films. She considers herself a liberal and a patriot, and sees no dichotomy there. She supports animal rescue projects (racehorses and pit bulls, in particular), volunteers with an adult literacy program, and believes courtesy and kindness have power to reshape the world. She adores her two adult children and her daughter-in-law, and is desperately in love with her grandchildren, Brody and Sarah, and her grand-dogs, Wayne and Murphy. She enjoys finding and appreciating the miraculous in the everyday. She first discovered this gift in subway stations in Chicago, observing former field mice who (amazingly) not only survived, but thrived on the track bed below the trains. (Author photos: John Nolan)

Light & Death (Best of WH)

“Autumn has been both cruel and kind to me, over the years. Events as disparate as horse races, baseball campaigns and the births of children have been disastrous and heartbreaking or wondrous and full of delight. Life just happens, you know, a personal drama in which one is at once the protagonist and the audience. […]

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The Hero Crosses the Threshold

“After all, you might postulate, Socrates himself/Was an infantryman, wearing leather with nameless stains,/On latrine duty, chewing olives, pursuing the elf/Called the soul as he chatted. Serene, undismayed/He lived and stayed sane . . .”— Jean Carroll Nolan More Light By Jean Carroll Nolan “. . . yet once, ages ago, they had been everywhere […]

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Autumn, Again

“Precautions had been taken, but had failed. I wasn’t sure how John, perfectly content with his baby girl, would handle the news, but he was accepting. I asked if I should terminate the pregnancy, and he looked me dead in the eye, and said it was my call. Which was awkward. I was terrified. I […]

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Light & Death

“Autumn has been both cruel and kind to me, over the years. Events as disparate as horse races, baseball campaigns and the births of children have been disastrous and heartbreaking or wondrous and full of delight. Life just happens, you know, a personal drama in which one is at once the protagonist and the audience. […]

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Shopping for Shoes with My Mother (& Stargazing)

“That is how I remember us, styling away, off to where Miss Nightingale, clad in her long, dark woolen skirts—(it was always after Labor Day that I saw her)—and twin sets, brandished her metal foot-measuring device as a knight might his shield on the broad field of beige-carpeted showroom. And, after I had nodded mendaciously, […]

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Stargazing (& Shopping for Shoes) with My Mother

“That is how I remember us, styling away, off to where Miss Nightingale, clad in her long, dark woolen skirts—(it was always after Labor Day that I saw her)—and twin sets, brandished her metal foot-measuring device as a knight might his shield on the broad field of beige-carpeted showroom. And, after I had nodded mendaciously, […]

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