Writing clear, brief, and bold
Welcome. I’m Kristine Bruneau, a writer drawn to the ways creativity shows up in everyday life.
I learned to write “Done. Not perfect.” at the end of each Field Notes notebook. Those three words remind me that completion—not perfection—is what clears the path for growth.
September 11 anniversary–one mother recalls being seven months pregnant during the 9/11 attacks—holding grief, rage, hope, and life at once.
Tennis and writing share discipline, creativity, and failure. Lessons from the US Open and Samuel Beckett on persistence and playing the long game.
It sounds simple, but it’s hard to let go of the monster inside. I had breast cancer, and nothing will be the same.
Dear cancer here’s the truth: You suck. You are taking away my precious time and energy. You are taking up space in my head.
I celebrated 2022 with a breast cancer diagnosis looming like little black clouds (happy f**king new year).
Pages from my notebook on the search for equanimity in the midst of a breast cancer diagnosis.
Upon hearing the words over the phone: “breast cancer,” my heart skipped. The dark thing on the ultrasound was cancer. Time began to slow; my hands trembled.
