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

Paper.

October 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The one year anniversary is Paper, and for this very purpose, Morrison has secretly been saving all of our paper from the past three years: tickets stubs for plays, movies, Disneyland, awards shindigs, tickets to our own plays and movies, even the receipts for our wedding bands and marriage license, and he GAVE ME  A FRAME MADE OF ALL OF THEM.

PAPER!  SEE WHAT HE DID THERE?! NO? TOO BUSY SOBBING AT THE SWEETNESS OF IT TO PROCESS ANY SORT OF LOGIC OR REALITY? IT’S OKAY ME TOO

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GEMS.

October 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As luck would have it, we made it through an ENTIRE YEAR OF MARRIAGE. We are even strongly considering the possibility of, you know, continuing it forever, as it has been rewarding, character building, wonderful, mysterious, hilarious, strange, and perhaps the best thing I have  ever done. We are spending today reflecting back on the wedding and going back through the pictures, remembering all of the small but momentous parts of day.  I think when you first get your wedding pictures you are overwhelmed by the All of them, because looking at them today, I feel like I barely even looked at them when I first went through. And so I share some of  my new favorites with you:  each a tiny, specific life moment. I’m not even going to ramble about what they are, about what they mean. I’m just going to let them speak for themselves, as pictures do.

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HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE DOING TOO MUCH

October 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Your husband is getting his gall bladder removed, and taking care of him / nursing him back to health sounds BEAUTIFUL AND CALMING AND RELAXING, and you both can’t wait to sit and not do anything for three days except maybe watch TV and eat dry toast with the singular focus of healing.

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Lazitude

October 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not have the time or brain space this lunch break for thought, original or otherwise, definitely not just because of the salad dressing I just spilled on my pants, and so please accept this picture of Morrison and I in our evidently eternal blue phase at Katharine’s wedding as something insightful, or new. Please let it stand in for astute comments on all things wildfire and Harvey Weinstein:

SUCH CALM. SUCH PEACE. SUCH COORDINATION. OKAY, BACK TO MESS

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yet another spectacular Kedding!

October 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHAT IS A KEDDING, YOU ASK? THANKFULLY YOU ARE ON THE INTERNET, WHICH HAS ALL OF THE INFORMATION, SUCH AS, DEFINITIONS! Kedding: noun; when one of the Keddies (Morrison’s family / Mom’s side of family) gets hitched. IT’S A COMBINATION OF WEDDING AND KEDDIE / KEEP UP / THIS IS AN EVER CHANGING WORLD. This weekend’s Kedding was for dear and beautiful and loyal Kate, Morrison’s oldest sister:

And as Per Kedding standard, we consumed 1400 lbs of carbs, danced to an acceptable hour as if no one and everyone were watching, and  I felt infinitely grateful to be a part this ever expanding family. I kedd you not, I would do one of these a week and it would NEVER GET OLD.

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Let them in

October 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first plays in college were very much just me trying to articulate and work through some things that were troubling me about my life, about the world and the way that I saw it. Being that I was all of 18-21, which is to say, very mature and deep and complicated, I, for the most part, kept these plays to myself, and didn’t share this part of myself with my parents. Over the years, this started to feel wrong, as there is little space between myself and my plays, so keeping my parents away from them was cutting them off from a big part of my Self. Last night we strolled through the classrooms where I wrote said first plays, then I sat with them as they watched The Cake. My feelings could be described as ‘terror’ and ‘worry’ and ‘wanting to at the same time vomit and cry’ and ‘where is wine’ but now, on the other side of it, I feel lucky and liberated  and open,  having shared. Why do the work if you can’t share it with the people who made you? IF A PLAY FALLS IN AN UNDERGRADUATE THEATER BUILDING, DO ANY PARENTS HEAR IT AT ALL? (Because they should.)

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HAPPY OUR BIRTHDAY

September 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think birthdays are big freaking deals. I don’t care how old you are. It’s a day to make the birth person feel loved and loved hard. And so the fact that I have to leave my poor  husband on HIS birthday to fly to NC to go see The Cake makes me NAUSEOUS WITH PAIN AND GUILT. And so last night, I made sure to remind him what his birthday is really about: MANAGING MY OWN FEELINGS AND EXPECTATIONS AND GUILT ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY. (Also, there were presents, most notably, a hand-crafted Axe, because survivalism is practically now a section on CrateandBarrel.com or perhaps it should be.)  HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my love, to my most favorite collaborator!  THERE IS NO ONE I’D RATHER FACE THE END OF DAYS WITH.

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marriage song

September 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Now that I’m a locked down and spoken for and happily married woman person, I truly have only one regret: I can no longer be spurned or rejected by someone I’m deeply in love with.  More specifically, I can never again sing-scream through  tears  I’LL GET OVER YOUUUUUUU, I KNOW I WILL, I’LL PRETEND MY SHIP’S NOT SINKING, AND I’LL TELL MYSELF, I’M OVER YOU, CAUSE I’M THE KING OF WISHFUL THINKINGGGGGGGGGGG. I mean, I can sing it all I want, and believe you me, I do. But it’s not the same. Woe is not me. Instead, comfort is me. Warmth and stability are me. Perhaps instead: I’LL BE MARRIED TO YOU / I KNOW I WILL / I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT ALL YOUR SOUNNNNNDS MEAN / AND I’LL TELL MYSELF / LET’S STOP BY TRADER JOES ON THE WAY HOME BECAUSE I THINK WE’RE OUT OF OLIVE OIL?

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pre-pregnant

September 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are not yet trying to multiply ourselves, but moreso just in the beginning stages of preparing for that stage of life, which is to say, we are pre-pregnant, a term that I keep using and will keep using until it’s a thing. A couple most notably spends this time combing through grandparents for names, wistfully idealizing all phases of child birth and rearing, staring at other people’s babies, and sleeping til 9 AM whenever humanly possible. A woman most notably spends this time eating chicken nuggets whenever possible, drinking wine at 3 PM whenever possible, gaining ten pounds for no reason, secretly googling ‘fun maternity dress’ and living with an ever-present, low-grade HOW WILL I BRING LIFE INTO THE WORLD AND ALSO DO MY WORK panic, followed immediately by the comfort that women have been doing this for at LEAST, you know, like a few hundred years, at LEAST. To really lock in this life phase for all that it is, I’m starting myself on a regimen of pre-natal gummy vitamins, which are perfect for ANY WOMAN WHO IS STILL IN FACT A CHILD AND STILL CALLS THEIR WORK THEIR BIG GIRL JOB SO HOW THEN IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE THAT SHE WILL CREATE AND BEAR LIFE? HOW HOW HOW (STAY TUNED FOR HOW)

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always On

September 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

An actor is never not working, networking, business-ing. There is no acting and not acting, there is only life. Conversations are dialogue. Clothes are costumes. FURNITURE STORES ARE SETS.

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