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

Two Kinds of Babies

June 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes babies are human, like JAMES EDWARD BRUNSTETTER, born to my tiny baby brother Tim and his wife Sarah last week.

This kind of baby does not cripple you with creative anxiety, but it WILL, according to Tim, poop on your leg. There is another kind of baby, which is a new play:

This kind of baby will NOT poop on your leg, but WILL rip from you, through your sweat pores, all of your questions and insecurities and nerves and YES, SWEAT. Both bring joy. Here’s to both kinds of babies. WELCOME TO THE WORLD. It’s big, sometimes mean, usually kind. 💛

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Claudia Moment

June 22nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The yellow of my nails matches the yellow of my notebook paper which gives me a thrill that can only be described as a CLAUDIA MOMENT, which is when colors sync in a bright way as if you planned it, because you did, just like Claudia at every meeting of the Babysitter’s club, and somewhere, Ann Martin is writing a whole paragraph about it.

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MEDIUM OLD DOG / NEW TRICKS

June 20th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in Poughkeepsie for the week, accidentally twinning with Ingrid and workshopping the Notebook musical at New York Stage and Film. And while I can’t really share anything specific in terms of  who it is or when it is or what it is (YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS) I CAN share, with confidence, that this by far THE MOST INTENSE, MOST COMPLICATED, MOST FULLY EXHILARATING DEVELOPMENT PROCESS I HAVE EVER BEEN A PART OF. There’s my scenes, and then there’s the music, and both are living beasts that need to be fed and re-dresssed and fed again. I’ve never actually watched a group of people learn a song before, build it from notes to a number in twenty minutes. Nor have I ever properly placed lyrics in a script, or lined up sheet music with book, or located the exact moments when songs should begin or end, NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN MORE TIRED OR IN LOVE WITH PLAYS THAT HAVE SONGS IN THEM.

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EVERY BODY

June 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

This picture makes me so happy. Maybe I’m fetishizing but I keep looking at it for jolts of happy. EVERY BODY HAS A BODY / PLEASE BATHING SUIT COMPANY TAKE ALL OF THE MONEY I HAVE EVER HAD

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Father’s Day, or WOMEN FOREVER

June 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

| artist cred Farjana Sultana. |

Unrelated to Father’s Day (HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DAD! LOVE YOU! etc etc etc) I just saw a really stunning woman, I’d say in her early 70s, really alive and kind, the kind of person who’s voice you can always hear from across the room, and she was straight up unapologetically rocking her double mastectomy. She seemed so happy to be alive, and it was like breasts were friends she used to have in grad school, that she got rid of years ago because they were toxic, and sometimes she thinks about them but really, who needs them, because there’s so much now, in her life, and it made me wonder — if men had to cut their penises  off in order to live, would, I mean really, WOULD THEY? ASKING FOR SOCIETY

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Two Girls, One Forehead

June 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

New year, new license! L: 2019; R: 2015. Caption options:

  • Two very slowly aging cabbage patch kids
  • Two women, super gradually figuring out
  • TWO MURDERESSES WHO CAN’T FOR THE LIFE OF THEM SIGN THEIR FREAKING NAMES IN ANY SORT OF ADULT TYPE WAY

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A Big Day.

June 12th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s the last day of my 36th year on earth, and it is time for grand changes to announce the passage of time to myself, and so sadly, inevitably, IT IS FINALLY TIME TO THROW AWAY THIS SPORTS BRA I GOT AT A GOODWILL IN CHAPEL HILL, NC IN 2003.

IN MY DEFENSE, AT THE TIME, IT WAS NEW. But over the years it has stretched to the size of a shirt,  lost all its elasticity and is about as supportive as the parents of a kid who says he wants to ‘make memes for a living’ (#SPORTSBRAJOKE / WHERE IS MAMRIE HART WHEN YOU NEED HER?)  I can’t tell you how many times over the last SIXTEEN YEARS I have pulled it out of the drawer and thought, is this the day? Are you the day? Is this over, bra? Suddenly, it is now. Why? Growth and change and SHAME / MOSTLY IT IS SHAME

 

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LORD HELP ME

June 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

IN AN ATTEMPT TO SOOTHE MY BRAINWHIR, I’VE BECOME A PERSON WHO WRITES PRAYERS AND AFFIRMATIONS (WHICH I’M COMING TO REALIZE ARE THE SAME THING) ON NOTECARDS AND PLACES THEM WHERE I CAN MOST FREQUENTLY SEE THEM

IS THIS A SIGN OF THE END (OR PERHAPS THE BEGINNING)

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ATTN: NC MOUNTAIN FOLK

June 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The glorious Erin McCarson has assembled and is producing an evening of my short plays in Asheville, NC, June 19-23. I CAN’T BE THERE, AS I’LL BE WORKSHOPPING THE NOTEBOOK, BUT THIS LITERALLY MAKES ME WANT TO SAW MYSELF IN HALF AND SEND ONE HALF DOWN ON A PLANE WITH MY TSA PRE-CHECK NUMBER SO THAT I CAN SEE IT. But maybe you can go instead, be my Eyes. It’s a collection of shorts, most of which I wrote years ago, a few of them specifically for Erin, some on trains, some on planes, all while trying to figure myself out. Please attend, if not for me or Erin, but for this poster, which is MY NEW OFFICIAL FAVORITE SHOW POSTER OF ALL TIME.

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I AM HERE (?)

June 6th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Public Servant opens tonight and sadly I am not there, because I can’t be Everywhere, so I’m across the country wishing it Well.  But I dreamt last night that I WAS there, but I was a hologram, I was a projection from a machine I couldn’t see, I was sitting in the rehearsal room in Pajamas watching the actors prepare, and whenever anyone spoke to me I said I’m so sorry, I’m not really here, and so I’m left to wonder, AM I HERE? AM I TRULY ANYWHERE?

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