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“I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.”

Annie Dillard, “Living Like Weasels”

Nicole Jacques // Creative Nonfiction Writer

Nicole Jacques

Creative Nonfiction Writer

My most recent work:

Final Price

Final Price

Originally published in Quibble.
A downtown storefront for a discount crematorium always catches my eye when my car is stopped at a nearby traffic light. Cherry red, block-letter signs in each of its dozen windows has boldly advertised the “$975 Complete” cost of its premier package for years.

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Champagne Problem

Champagne Problem

Originally published in HerStry.
I nominated my mother to share the news of my pregnancy with the rest of our family. I was confident my father and brother wouldn’t kill the messenger, but I knew for certain they would want to kill the message.

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Doughnut Hole

Doughnut Hole

Originally published in Washington Square Review.
“Ain’t you hired anyone yet?” I get this question almost every time I talk with my father. “No, Dad, I haven’t had a chance to hire anyone yet,” I admit — again. We’re sitting across from each other in my parents’ kitchen, sharing an ashtray and a couple hours of free time.

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Final Price

Final Price

Originally published in Quibble.
A downtown storefront for a discount crematorium always catches my eye when my car is stopped at a nearby traffic light. Cherry red, block-letter signs in each of its dozen windows has boldly advertised the “$975 Complete” cost of its premier package for years.

read more
Champagne Problem

Champagne Problem

Originally published in HerStry.
I nominated my mother to share the news of my pregnancy with the rest of our family. I was confident my father and brother wouldn’t kill the messenger, but I knew for certain they would want to kill the message.

read more
A little background...

A little background...

I was a liar as a little girl, a great story-teller who spun webs as wide as Charlotte’s. Those tangled tales were fragile, though. My friends and family always saw through my web of lies, which snared and split too easily, collapsing into sticky strands that I could never shake off.  And so, my falsehoods became a shameful residue on my character.

Truth-telling is a noble task, requiring accuracy, diplomacy, and discretion. I’ve grown up and I’ve grown humble, so now I write only the truth. I know I don’t always rise to the full height of the tall task, but I always feel like I can keep my head up as I try. As a creative nonfiction writer, I’ve cleared the webs to offer my readers honest stories of the moments in my life that have shaped me, diverted me, or driven me. They’re not always — or often — my shining moments. But they do shine a light on my humanity, which I believe is shared by others who still may be brushing off their own clinging cobwebs.

More succinctly, I’m a creator from mid-coast Maine with a master’s degree in nonfiction writing from the University of New Hampshire. I work as a communications professional, and I play on sailboats. I’m also a Swiftie.

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