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

Distinguished Alums

October 16th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ever heard this one? A Dean of a Business School, a 30 YO FEMALE COUNTY COMMISSIONER WHO FIGHTS FOR FREE LUNCH AND EQUALITY AND DIGNITY FOR ALL STUDENTS AND WHO ALSO LOOKS GREAT IN BLUE AND KNOWS JUST WHERE TO PUT HER HANDS IN PICTURES, and a playwright who got her hair straightened so she wouldn’t chew on it while they called her name,  stand in front of a book case in a beautiful alumni building, and — they just stand there, feeling distinguished, not quite knowing where to look or who to thank, feeling so old but so young, wondering when they can eat, where they can pee, who they should thank, doing the mental math of how did I get there, and when did I become Not Nineteen, and  what did I do to deserve this honor and I’ve just been doing my things, and suddenly it’s years later, and look what I’ve built and how will I express my gratitude in words?, especially the playwright, who is meant to be good with words, but who can only think, what do distinguished people do with their Hands, in Pictures? 


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Why to have kids

October 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Niece Ruby out here this weekend just being a purple and living example of all of the different reasons to have kids, ie, their various functions beyond Tax Write off:

Coffee date:


…..also Hat:

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October 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

For years, I have born the burden of being the only artist in my immediate family. Finally, it seems I will no longer suffer, bear paint and crosses alone. My niece Olivia has declared herself a fellow tortured creative soul:




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viewing party

October 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just a bunch of This is Us writers gathered to shove brie into their faces and nervously giggle and beam through an episode they all helped craft, by which I mean a gaggle of lovable, insecure narcissists torturing and delighting themselves, by which I mean, MY ABSOLUTELY FAVORITE TYPE OF PEOPLE DOING MY FAVORITE TYPE OF THING.

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not cake

October 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I, like probably millions of other women, spent some time this weekend furiously baking, as it somehow felt like the only response to being made to feel like we don’t Matter. We bake to relieve stress and sift our feelings out and be the nice ladies our mothers raised us to be. But as I carefully folded in the walnuts, making sure they were properly, evenly spread, as I was raised to do, I thought — what if we stopped? No, really. What if we just didn’t provide the comfort and balance and warmth and pie that we were raised to provide, that it gives us genuine JOY to provide? What if it no longer gave us joy and so we stopped? WHAT THEN?

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October 6th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

-Me: I need a dress for that thing next week, at which I must look like an effortless adult person who is Polished and Poised without trying too Hard.

  • spends (wastes) hours online looking at dresses
  • perhaps orders a few, spends (wastes) money and also time on trying them on, returning them
  • forlorn, looks in own closet
  • realizes that this isn’t just about Dresses
  • the answer is always (usually) right in front of you
  • Like really, you can search the world (internet) but you will just end up back at Home

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a thing that I should not be doing

October 4th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I just realized a completely psychotic thing that I’ve been doing, and I think I’ll lay it here, in hopes of embarrassing myself just enough to stop doing it. I keep thinking about old pairs of jeans that don’t fit anymore, as if they’re people I used to love. I imagine the moments I had with them. I ponder what my life would be like if I still could wear them. I wonder where they are now. I literally sigh after these thoughts. NOW THAT I’VE CONFESSED THIS, PEOPLE LET ME FOREVER STOP CONFUSING PEOPLE AND CLOTHES.

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October 2nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter



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No Service

September 30th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last week, we filmed for a long, hot day beside a Desert Lake 50 miles outside of a LA (and yes, Desert Lake is very much a thing, not to be confused with Dessert Lake, which thankfully, or sadly, is not.) There was no service at Desert Lake, and so I spent a full 12 hours with no phone.  It also happened to be the morning of the Kavanaugh Trial / Hearing / SNL sketch, and instead of agonizing over my lack of service, I felt an odd peace, NOT being able to listen or watch. By mid-day, on our lunch break, I found myself wandering down the side of a Desert Hill, not to be confused with Dessert Hill, with a wonderfully wandering brain. Like the free-est brain I’ve felt in a long, long time. I crossed paths with a A Desert Deer, and we both stood for a few still moments and stared at each other, before it ran off to find to crew’s leftover fried fish or audition for a Disney musical. And I stood there some more, reflecting on all of the times in my life when I’ve have profound crosses with Deer. That time at that summer theater residency when one hot day, I saw a deer ramming its head into the glass of a men’s clothing store. That time Morrison and I saw a deer swimming in the ocean. That time my Dad and I saw a deer trying to swim across the lake. And just the fact that my mom loves Deer. Loves to stop and look at them whenever she passes them. And I wondered, what does it all mean? What is it with my Life, and Deer? Did I use to be a deer? Will I one day be a deer? And I wandered down the desert hill back towards set, wondering this. My point: I am probably not, nor was I ever, nor will I ever be a deer, but I think that my phone has taken away some of my wondering. It’s clouded up some of my space for thought. And every now and then, I should put it aside, or pretend like it’s not even there, like there is no World except for the one right in front of me.

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Happy Birthday to my Person.

September 28th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hobbies include:

  • Purchasing and Wearing Fun Shirts
  • Over-tipping servers, just for kindess’s sake
  • Consuming just ONE too many Old Fashioneds
  • jovially flipping off the well-tipped waiter, then saying shhhhhhhh to his entree
  • Being my favorite person

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