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

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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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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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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Typical Argument

February 4th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m fortunate that Morrison and I really don’t fight very often. (Also I don’t know how we would even be married if either of us were throw-down dish-throwing fight folk, as that is quite opposite to both of our natures.) But of course we don’t always agree and sometimes hurt each other’s feelings and don’t listen to each other. When this happens, we try to carefully discuss it, each speaking our own frustration, and of course, sometimes it gets messy, but it tends to quickly end in forgiveness and agreement, a return to a loving status quo.  Like this morning:

Me: Oh, they used the picture of me in the overalls that you said I shouldn’t wear anymore.

Him: Well it’s just that overalls are over.

Me: What? No!

Him: They were over like two years ago.

Me: (carefully)…No, you’re wrong. Overalls are still a thing.

Him:….Okay.

Me: OVERALLS ARE NOT OVER!

Him:……..

Me: YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.

Him:…..Actually, I know a lot of things.

Me: …..You’re right, you do.

END OF ARGUMENT.

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I like his thumbs, particularly the green one

January 23rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday while I was listlessly staring at my computer, Morrison was PLANTING A WHOLE TREE.

Not just any tree, a Palo Verde tree, which he carefully researched, procured, then planted outside of our breakfast nook. Come Spring, it’s going to look like THIS:

CAN’T WAIT TO AVOID FEELINGS / STARE AT TREE

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how to know you’re (happily) married

January 19th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

You find yourself at ******** show with coworkers ( an awesome / fairly innocent late night show with sexy dude dancers; innocent, because  male desire is dirty, and female desire is, you know, cute.)  You then find out that that you are seated in a prime lap dance seat. YOU ABRUPTLY STAND AND MOVE SEATS, AS THERE IS ONLY ONE LAP THAT YOU LIKE.

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portrait of a hollywood marriage

January 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Wife tries to get nice, unselfconscious picture of herself before event

Husband approaches, requiring assistance with cufflinks

Wife helps husband with cufflinks while also still posing

Husband and wife congratulate each other for being exactly like the Obamas but white

(Thanks to Elizabeth Castoria for the completely unstaged, unforced pictures!)

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daily joys

January 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s been a rough work week, and so to lift myself up, I’m choosing to focus on small, easily repeated, infinitely joyful pleasures, like how easy it is to make Morrison happy. Like this morning, while walking home from punishing myself by faking upper body strength at the gym:

Me (on phone): Hey, you want me to pick you up a breakfast burrito?

Morrison: F YEAH!!!!!!!

And when I return home, with said burrito:

Morrison: YES!!!! BREAKFAST BURRITOS!!!!!!!

Because: when you can’t please everyone, focus instead on pleasing the one person you know you always can.

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miss a moment / make a moment

November 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Next year, my parents will have been married for 40 years. (From what I can surmise from their relationship, the keys to a long lasting marriage are patience, communication and two televisions.) My uncle David was supposed to sing a song at their wedding, but wasn’t able to make it. And so last night, fireside, some 39 years later, he made it up to them, and then some. The lesson here?  Don’t beat yourself up over missed moments,  because you can always make up for it later, organically even,  when the time is right. OTHER LESSON, WHEN OUTSIDE AT NIGHT IN NEAR WINTER TIME IN VIRGINIA, WEAR ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU BROUGHT, AND PERHAPS EVEN MORE CLOTHING. COVER YOURSELF IN ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU CAN FIND; ENJOY.

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THESE TURKEYS

November 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I’m sure all five of you noticed, my blog was non-existent yesterday for some reason, and so for maybe the third time in ten years, I couldn’t tell you what kind of gummy bear I was eating or what I was worried about. THANK GOD IT’S BACK UP TODAY, so I can tell you how grateful I am for these particular turkeys:

My Dad, who has just acquired his dream retirement home and life on Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia:

And my niece nugget Olivia, who mostly enjoys making faces at herself in the mirror.

SAME, LIVY. SAME.

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