bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY
playwright in brooklyn, NY

Culprit 

December 9th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

INTRODUCING: Paula deen’s very own gooey chocolate butter cookies (stick a butter pack a cream cheese box a double chocolate cake mix) or just LITTLE JERKS FOR SHORT.

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PRESENTING

December 8th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

WE GOT OUR WEDDING PICTURES! They are lovely. As hard as it is to look at 900 pictures of yourself  and marvel at how even in a stunning gown you can manage to look like an evil badger baby, I STILL love them. The moments are perfectly captured. We were so stupid happy that day and the pictures will forever show it. There are so many that I do not even know what to do with them. I think I will just stretch the process out, keep the feeling new and real, and just drop them like tiny love bombs whenever I feel like it. Starting with these! I present to you, the moment after Morrison and I first saw each other, hugged and cried, and then I promptly made him look at my butt, my exact words being, LOOK AT MY BUTT!

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focus focus focus

December 7th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Morrison and I are off to Bali and Hong Kong next Friday for our HONEYMOOOOOOON! It does not feel real. We are doing WHAT? In typical myself fashion, I have been fretting about earthquakes (not unfounded, there was sadly a 6.5 in Aceh yesterday that claimed some lives) and tsunamis and turbulence and conversions and bugs and logistics instead of actually, you know, being excited for this incredible thing that we are so fortunate to get to go and do together, the beauty we are about to see. And so: I hereby reject my worry.  I will focus only visions of THIS SPA IN UBUD THAT IS ALSO AN ELEPHANT SANCTUARY SO YOU GO AND GET A MASSAGE AND WATCH THE ELEPHANTS JUST SORT OF HAPPILY WANDER ABOUT.

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what food once was

December 6th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been abandoning all extra-curricular creative responsibilities the last few days, and spending every waking non-work moment reading this dear lady’s book:

It’s part memoir, part cookbook, which is my new favorite kind of book. Vivian grew up in Deep Run, a one stoplight town in Eastern NC. Rejecting her country upbringing, she high-tailed it to NYC, started working in restaurants, and eventually moved back down south to open a restaurant (the now award-winning Chef and the Farmer in Kinston, NC / JULIEN AND I HAVE RESERVATIONS FOR JANUARY / OMG / oh PS also she has her own TV show A Chef’s Life, Peabody award winning, so maybe check that out too end of sentence no really, she’s great.) Once back home, she went through this beautiful transformation, embracing her and homeland and its foods. It’s a beautiful story that I hope it emulate with my own life and writing. You often don’t appreciate what formed you until you’re older. I just want to write NC plays and pair them with her regional bread puddings forever. Chapter by chapter, local food by local food (sweet corn, summer squash, butter beans, etc.) She takes us through her family’s rich history of farming, and shares family recipes. Here’s my favorite, Hoarded corn:

Hard to read, but the first ingredient is an afternoon. She recalls her family harvesting sweet corn together in their tiny kitchen, working together and quickly to get it off the stalk and into bags in the freezer before it spoiled, saving both the kernels and the sweet corn milk. This corn would them feed them throughout the year in a zillion different forms. She really hits this point home:  families used to have to prepare their food together. They were forced to gather, to be together, out of necessity, but then, as Vivian also points out — this is the time when families used to talk to each other. Hands busy with activity, then talking, sharing to fill the air. I’m not saying anything that hasn’t been said 100 times before, but isn’t it sad that because our food became simpler, easier to access, we talk to each other less? That makes me sad. And Hungry. And sad. But flip side: because we spend less time preparing food, our hands and brains are free for innovations that save lives and expand the universe and invent customer care robots that will eventually dominate us A LA SPOILER ALERT SEASON FINALE OF WESTWORLD BUT NO EVERYTHING’S FINE OKAY BYE OFF TO PRETEND IT’S STILL 1943 / SHUCK SOME SWEET CORNS.

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WHY TO HAVE KIDS

December 5th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I mean I imagine life becomes richer / deeper / fuller and you grow in patience and selflessness but then also mostly you get to eat their fruit snacks. Weird that I already can’t wait for that?  Giant-femured Kid: Mom, where’d all the fruit snacks go? Me: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

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LEFT BEHIND 

December 4th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

1.) if you are not following the TSA on Instagram, you should. It is FASCINATING MOSTLY RE: HOW OFTEN PEOPLE CASUALLY TRY TO BRING KNIVES ON PLANES.

2.) above pictured are all of the laptops left behind in one month at one airport. WHAT IS WRONG WITH US THAT WE BRING KNIVES ON PLANES BUT THEN CASUALLY LEAVE $1200 MACHINES BEHIND?

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tough job / someone must do it

December 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sheila: Hey, can I give you a few jobs for the Kilroys fundraiser?

Me: Sure thing, how can I help?

Sheila: Well first can you find somewhere that makes tiny cupcakes and –

Me: YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

Sheila:….and order fifty and bring them to –

Me: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Sheila:….the party?

Me: ALREADY DID IT, IT’S DONE

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always tears

December 2nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

This morning on set, the Santa Ana winds were a blowin’ and we were outside filming a car ride scene containing humans and feelings, no spoilers. The dry wind whipped into my eye holes, and suddenly I sneezed 27 times and then my eyes wept for the next four hours, but not from feels. I was unflapped, because for months, my eyes have been leaking but not from feels. I have been doing nothing about it, except just making every person I interact with think I’m ‘going through something’ as tears pour down my face as I relay that the printer won’t work. I always feel oddly ashamed though, when asked, Are you crying? when I say no it’s just my eyes , I wish I had a profound story other than Air.  I am not trapped in a poem. It’s just the air.

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New life goal 

December 1st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are filming today at A Beautiful home in the pacific palisades and every moment smells like rich people snacks because THE WHOLE PLACE IS SURROUNDED BY ROSEMARY. DON’T MIND IF I FUTURE DO. 

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OH, CRAWFISH TREE, OH CRAWFISH TREEEEEEE

November 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU HAPPENNEEEDDDDDDDD

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