bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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wonderbekah 

July 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


I’m a fairly self conscious person, so it’s kind of surprising how at the gym, I somehow always feel like I’m the only person there, or like I’m invisible, cloaked in a tarp of back sweat and the dust from lightly salted almonds and gently used old navy active wear. But this morning, I was Seen. An older man clocked me on a break between (lady) push ups, and said to me, with great sincerity, WAY TO GO, WONDERWOMAN! And I was moved. I mean, it is was MOVING. I suddenly felt like I could do at least another seven to eight (lady) push ups. It’s not often, by which I mean never at all, that I think of myself as physically Strong. Older Man at the gym: thank you for seeing me. OKAY, OFF TO LIFT BUILDINGS OFF OF CARS. 

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Big kids 

July 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

This morning, Morrison and I signed our loan documents, meaning we are officially almost HOMEOWNERS! I can’t imagine a better way to close out a process that has been stressful and terrifying and exhilarating and the reason I’ve consumed approximately 12 bottles of Rose and 37 packets of emergen C In the last week than with JOKEZ. And so here we are, pretending to sign the giant coloring book kept in the escrow office, to occupy kids while their parents sign:


Because homeowners or not, we are still, in our own way, the kids. THERE ARE LEGIT FRUIT SNACKS IN MY OVERALLS RIGHT NOW. 

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WORST WORDS

July 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Oh hi, would you like to hear two perfectly lovely innocent words that become horrible when put together and used to describe the portable bathrooms on film sets? 

HONEY. WAGON.

THEY ARE CALLED HONEY WAGONS BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE WORDS ‘PEE TRUCK’ AND ‘POOP CART’ WERE NOT AVAILABLE. HONEY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. 

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This picture explains why 

July 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Why I:

- started writing plays 

- haven’t gone more than 3 days without working out in 18 years 

- fetishize cool ranch Doritos 

- feel a deep shame after I eat cool ranch Doritos 

- now I want Doritos 

- but see if I eat them then I have to work out for 5 hours 

- SEE?! IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE / STARTS WRITE PLAY ABOUT SAID CYCLE

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Edible pink lemonade 

July 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

LOOK, MA! PINK LEMONADE CAKE COOKIES BECAUSE WHIMSY AND STRESS! 

No but really, these gals not only filled two hours with purpose and charm, they taste like you made them from your toy kitchen where you lived out your first kitchen dreams, and which is to say, like 1988 but pink. 

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How to hide from your feelings and also the world 

July 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


FIND AIR CONDITIONED DARK ROOM 

PREFERABLY ONE THAT SERVES POPCORN

IF THEY HAPPEN TO MAYBE PLAY A MOVIE TOO, THAT’S NICE

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Je Jew!

July 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

For my 35th birthday, I gifted myself with a 23 and me kit. Basically you spit into a vial and give the vial to the mailman and a month later they email you and tell you who you are. I am proud to announce that Je 23.5% Ashkenazi Jew. My whole adult life I have called myself a quarter Jewish, since my grandma was Jewish, and because Math,  but maybe I was just sort of clinging  to the idea, as it connected to me some profound past that I longed for. But today, IT IS ACTUALLY TRUE. Based strictly on google image search of the words, I can only assume that this beautiful woman is my great great great grandmother:

As for the other 76.5 percent, it’s mostly mall parking lots, triscuits and hair ties but DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.

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Clothes.

July 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Got me some new overalls which are TECHNICALLY maternity overalls but they are also the most comfortable article of clothing I’ve ever owned and are honestly doing a bang up job making me feel less bad about All of the entire cakes I’ve been inhaling this past month and in my opinion are perfectly respectable SO CAN WE PLEASE JUST START CALLING MATERNITY CLOTHES WHAT THEY ARE WHICH IS ACTUALLY JUST CLOTHES? 

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where I go

July 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The last week has been VERY NERVE-WRACKING as we approach the final phases of home ownership, which PS, is something like riding a roller coaster made of documents and financial worry and broken printers, and you are only partially strapped in to your seat on this roller coaster, so every time you round a corner, you smack your forehead against the bar that is meant to protect you, then maybe you puke. But this remarkable thing has been happening in my head during this stressful time. When I get overwhelmed, my brain keeps taking me here:

Morrison and I standing in a massive and beautiful and humbling cave in Thailand, on our honeymoon in December, Christmas eve, drowning in our own sweat and a very specific joy that comes from being the farthest you’ve been from home, with the person you love the most. It was honestly one of the best days of my life. I want to believe our brains trap and hold images like this to soothe us when we start to break. Remember this?  Go here. Stay there for a minute. Better now? Okay, good. Back to your life.

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why to marry Morrison

July 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on marrying Morrison is perhaps the best thing I’ve ever done, a scene:

I happen upon a spider in the bathroom. I am horrified.

ME: SPIDER!!!!!

Morrison: where?

ME: IN THE BATHROOM!!!

Morrison enters calmly, softly, with a cup and a magazine. Softly, calmly, he kneels next to the spider.

Morrison: Hey, buddy, c’mon. Let’s go. You don’t need to be in here.

Ever so gently, he guides the spider into the cup, and even more gently, he carries and places the spider outside, where it can live its life.

Me: Did you just call the Spider Buddy?

Morrison:  It’s not his fault he’s a spider. It’s just who he is.

SWOON.

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