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

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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MARVELOUS HUMANS, ALL

February 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of openings to the Cast (and some Creative) of La Jolla Playhouse’s The Cake! From R to L: Aubrey Dollar as Jen, Miriam Hymann as Macy, Director Casey Stangl, mennonite girl on her Rumspringa daring to wear a fake leather jacket / playwright Bekah Brunstetter, Wayne Duvall as Tim, Faith Prince as Della, and on your farthest Left, Guy who Travelled from the Future to Deliver us a Message that we never Received because we were Taking Too Many Pictures.

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DAY DRINK

February 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I feel like a picture of a drink in a blog post

Trapped forever sideways

Because the writer cannot figure out how to alter the image

Because day drink

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WHO GON STOP ME NOW

February 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

SPENT AN OBSCENE AMOUNT OF TIME MAKING THESE MINI CHOCOLATE BUNDT CAKES WITH SALTED CARAMEL FROSTING FOR THE CAST AND CREW OF LA JOLLA CAKE FOR OPENING

THEN SPENT MORE TIME PROCURING MINI CAKE BOXES TO PUT THEM IN

NOW WHO GON STOP ME

WHO GON STOP ME HUH?

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MUFFIN SHAME

February 9th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

N. shame caused by the quality of one’s muffins

Earlier this week, I made a bunch of muffins because when I have the time, and even when I don’t, maybe I’m the kind of person who would like for her husband to ideally have a homemade baked good each day with his breakfast, and also because baking is the single most productive form of procrastination. I made said muffins, Vivian Howard’s Twin Muffins, a recipe she whipped up with squash and dried cherries and pecans and whole wheat flour, to trick her twins into eating things that are good for them. But I definitely underbaked them, so they are only like 70% as good they should be, and each day when I pass them, I feel a deep sense of a shame that can only be described as Muffin Shame, and if I can’t document that here then I genuinely do not know what this blog is for.

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