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

and other lies I’ve loved

February 22nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m only a few chapters into this memoir but I’m already struck by it. Kate Bowler, a 35 year old divinity professor and mother and wife, was raised in a strong Christian family, spent her 20s and 30s researching and writing about prosperity gospel, the idea that the more you love and serve God, the more he blesses your life with riches. After giving birth to her son, she found out she had stage four colon cancer, and is currently in the process of dying. She says she wouldn’t have had the ‘hubris’ to write this book without if it weren’t for this. It’s a book about how dying has shaped her faith, how it’s gotten her to a deeper, less presentational relationship with it.  I don’t know the thesis yet as I haven’t finished it, but I love this part and so I have to share:

‘There is something so American about the Show and Tell of our daily lives. A big house means you work hard. A pretty wife means you must be a rich. A subscription to the New York Times shows you must be smart. And when you’re not sure, there will always be bumper stickers to point out who has the honor roll student and who finished a marathon. America likes its shopping malls big and its churches even bigger, and every Starbucks in every lobby proves that Jesus cares about brewing the best. Sometimes I saw this idea under the banner of family values…It was the way the women boasted about their fat cheeked babies and their little boys in bow ties. It was in the way that the pastor displayed his wife and child in the front row and asked his little Jennifer to sing the solo: “Isn’t she talented, folks?’ It was in the way people bought tidy mansions with extra guest rooms in case a refugee sponsored by a church needed to stay a night. Christmas cards were prosperity gospels writ miniature, stacks of pictures of a family in matching denim sitting on lightly distressed couches in fields of waving wheat. Does every field in America have a photo couch? But I was taken with the white light brightening their smiles as they turned to each other and laughed. They were the good news.”

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say what hurts

February 21st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on I’m learning everything I’ve ever needed to know in life from A Chef’s Table: I just watched the episode on Francis Mallman, a  chef who cooks all of his food over Fire on a remote island in Patagonia (which, turns out, is NOT just a brand of luxury action wear for people who rarely go outside.) Watching his episode, I found myself at times annoyed by him,  tho all of the time wanting to eat his food, and ultimately, I was taken by his attitude towards life. These words, in particular (and I’m definitely paraphrasing:)

As you get older, you don’t want to be with people that you don’t want to be around. I had a friend, we were very close. We grew apart. He said to me, Francis, you don’t like me anymore! I said no, it’s just that we have nothing to say to each other. The things you have to say no longer interest me. Our lives are different, now. And I think that is a big part of life, saying the true things, even if they hurt. 

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COCO!

February 20th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Say,  do you like it when your heart is as warm and soft as a snickerdoodle just out of the oven? ME TOO. This beautiful and charming Pixar/Disney movie about the  Day of the Dead is now out on iTunes,  and last night we watched it like children and said things like WHOAAAAA! and then cried like adults with expanding souls. It’s just stunning. WATCH IT TONIGHT I AM A COMMERCIAL.

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Both sides, Now

February 19th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I 100% think that it is far too easy to get guns in this country and that background checks need to be more rigorous and SERIOUSLY WHY IS NOTHING CHANGING. I ALSO know that the media coverage of all of the shootings isn’t helping, only feeding the beast, and the fact that a day after the Florida shooting I practically knew what the shooter ate for lunch, the fact that I went online to Know him, is part of the problem. I am part of the problem. We should all read and re-read This Op-ed written by a father who lost his son in a shooting 25 years ago. He’s been campaigning against gun violence ever since, and after Wednesday’s shooting, he took to the state house in Boston to protest, like he’s done a hundred times before.

” Reporters asked me that day — they keep asking me — about how it feels. How does it feel, after all I’ve been through, to be standing there the day after all those people were killed in Florida?…..I have questions for the reporter. Do you think that what you are doing will stop what’s happening with guns in this country? Why are you so curious about my squishy emotional insides when they are clearly not part of the situation you are supposedly reporting? Surely you’re aware of the iconography of televised mass shooting reports. The fleeing victims, the hugging weepers, the shrouded corpses, the departing ambulance. There’s a form to it now. It’s drama. It’s entertainment. How does it feel to keep reporting mass shootings as you do?”

 

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this is Dance

February 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Say Bekah, what have you been doing with whatever resembles your free time? I’ve been spending most to all of it getting deep into the world of disability: its politics, its history, its beauty. A lot of reflecting back on times when I was a kid and encountered another kid with a disability and didn’t know how to act and so I avoided them, averted my eyes in the hallway, and a lot of shame circles about that. My next full length play is for Theater Breaking Through Barriers, an NYC company that works with both able bodied and disabled actors.  Through them, I e-met Simi Linton,  a leading activist and spokesperson for disability and the arts, and through her, I encountered her beautiful documentary Invitation to Dance and through It, I found the work of Axis Dance Company and my new obsession.

Just like Theater Breaking through Barriers, Axis uses both able bodied and disabled dancers ( amputees, wheelchair users, both power and manual, etc.)  They have basically completely redefined dance, developing what’s now called physically integrated dance.  They pull the focus off of the disability, and instead subtly highlight the fact that every body is different. Why does that have to be sad or weird? Instead,  isn’t it kind of UNBELIEVABLY BEAUTIFUL?

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THE BIRD!

February 17th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Presenting a new player on the ever expanding team Foster-Keddie roster:

Elizabeth ‘Birdie’ Lee Miller, born ON FREAKING VALENTINE’S DAY to Morrison’s sister Anne and her husband Michael.

JUST IN CASE THIS MESSAGE WAS NOT THOROUGHLY RECEIVED THE FIRST TIME, I REPEAT, A LITTLE NIECE NUGGET NAMED BIRDIE WAS BORN ON VALENTINE’S DAY. Put THAT in your drawer of stickers and bows. I love her already, and I already feel a little bad for every person she ever dates. Y’ALL BETTER BRING IT.

 

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clothes as memory

February 16th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dressed myself this morning, like you do, and as I drove to work, I reflected on the layers that  I had decided to put on myself, both literally and figuratively. I’m sporting a jacket I got at a vintage store 10 years ago in Boston, to wear to a wedding I was attending with my boyfriend at the time who would ultimately not be my husband, at a time when the idea of my actual self getting married felt so foreign to me that weddings just felt like long parties with slightly better clothes. Under this jacket, I’m wearing the flannel of Morrison and I’s  wedding colors that I got to wear to our welcome dinner the night before we wed. If I sniff it really deep, I can still smell the campfire. Food as memory, clothes as memory, memory as memory, amiright?

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from an admirer / critic?

February 15th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Somebody gift wrapped and left this lovely lady tool set in my office. I have a lot of questions, such as, who? And also, why? Is it in reference to an inside joke that I was never inside of? Is it a subtle suggestion that I should explore my masculine side, or I guess maybe my feminine side? Or is it more of a metaphor, that I Fix Things? Or a declaration of PLEASE FIX THINGS. Whatever and whoever, THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY FRILLY BUT SOMETIMES MASCULINE LEANING HEART.

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EVERYDAY’S THE 14TH

February 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

My love for this fine person can be expressed solely with Outkast lyrics, baked goods, face-sized smiles, and occasionally my own words.

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MY KINDA OLYMPIAN

February 13th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Red Gerard, ladies and ladies. This Gold Medal Kid:

  • overslept the morning of his big run and had to be woken up by his roommate
  • couldn’t find his olympics coat so he had to borrow his roommates
  • was so genuinely thrown and excited when he won the gold that he unabashedly cursed on live international television
  • GIVE HIM THE GOLD FOR EVERYTHING EVER

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