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

this is who I am now (?)

March 31st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

There comes a time in every person’s life when they realize they’ve become the person they swore they would never be. TODAY I FIND MYSELF IN THAT MOMENT, having just spent a slightly absurd amount of money on an intentionally sort of dirty looking, distressed sweatshirt that some girl in Los Feliz probably spent ten hours artfully covering in specks of paint, so that I might look like I am actually not myself, but Her.

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GROWN UP DEMANDS STICKER

March 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

THIS grown up forehead-carrier left her house for work this morning not only NOT with wet hair, but with DRY hair that she even managed to run a curling iron through. WHERE IS MY PRIZE? IT WASN’T AT MY DESK SO I  GUESS IT’S IN THE MAIL? NO SERIOUSLY WHERE IS IT WHY WOULD I PUT MYSELF THROUGH THAT IF NOT FOR PRIZE?

WHAT’S THAT, YOU SAY? THE PRIZE IS INSIDE OF ME? IT’S THE CONFIDENCE NOW FOUND WITHIN? NO THANKS I’LL TRADE FOR STICKER

 

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Martha

March 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Using Other’s People’s Writing to Stand in for my Own, or, Live Every Day like you’re in a really good Sophomore English Class: I’m finally reading  The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien’s memoir about the Vietnam War. I just can’t (read: I can) with his incredible descriptions of one Lieutenant’s thoughts of a girl he left back home, who doesn’t really love him, who he loves: Martha.

And then suddenly, without willing it, he was thinking about Martha. The stresses and fractures, the quick collapse, the two of them buried alive under all that weight. Dense, crushing love. Kneeling, watching the hole, he tried to concentrate on Lee Strunk and the war, all the dangers, but his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin, all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone—riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria—even dancing, she danced alone—and it was the aloneness that filled him with love. He remembered telling her that one evening. How she nodded and looked away. And how, later, when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin’s eyes, just flat and uninvolved. Lieutenant Cross gazed at the tunnel. But he was not there. He was buried with Martha under the white sand at the Jersey shore. They were pressed together, and the pebble in his mouth was her tongue. He was smiling. Vaguely, he was aware of how quiet the day was, the sullen paddies, yet he could not bring himself to worry about matters of security. He was beyond that. He was just a kid at war, in love. He was twenty-four years old. He couldn’t help it.

I think every girl, or at least high school or college age girl, or at least definitely me at that age, longs to be Martha:  so loved while giving nothing in return, so deeply lonely and silent and still and yet so beautiful that brave strong boys want to live inside of her lungs.

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sistermotherdaughter

March 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Facial giving person (technical term?): Aw, You guys look like sisters! 

Later, my Mom snickers.

Me: What?

Mom: Sorry!

Me: For what?

Mom: That’s an insult for you, and a compliment for me! 

(BUT REALLY MOM THANKS FOR THE SKIN.)

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exactly Terry Gross

March 2nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been listening to Terry Gross’s Fresh Air interviews for years, surrounding myself with her voice, which is the sound-feel of walking slowly through a room full of balloons that are all wearing glasses. She has this way of asking incredibly direct and surprising questions without being invasive or weird, and she always knows when to back off. Basically, I love her, and I think about her every time I ask a stranger a question. Finally, just yesterday, I wondered what she might look like, and so I looked:

I CANNOT IMAGINE A PERSON MORE ELEGANTLY MATCHING THIER VOICE.  This is Terry Gross, exactly.

 

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and then a hero comes alongggggggg

February 27th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Heroes in pearls, Mona Charen:

 I can’t say that I knew anything about this woman before she made news for speaking out against Trump at the CPAC, and also, I can’t say that I knew what the CPAC stood for. (The Conservative Political Action Conference. Now you know, too! ACRONYMS!) I can’t speak to her life in politics or her beliefs before this moment, tho I do now want to read her books. All I can say is that this woman, sitting amongst a handful of other conservative women, on a panel about the me too movement, dared to speak her truth.

I’d been dreading it for days, but when it came, I almost welcomed it. There is nothing more freeing than telling the truth. And it must be done, again and again, by those of us who refuse to be absorbed into this brainless, sinister, clownish thing called Trumpism, by those of us who refuse to overlook the fools, frauds and fascists attempting to glide along in his slipstream into respectability. I spoke to a hostile audience for the sake of every person who has watched this spectacle of mendacity in disbelief and misery for the past two years. Just hearing the words you know are true can serve as ballast, steadying your mind when so much seems unreal.

She had the courage and confidence to separate her conservative values from what Trump has decided are conservative values, and she sees a need for honesty and clarity as opposed to vitriol. She doesn’t just fault liberal values, she calls hypocrisy when she sees it, and she longs for a middle ground. More of this mindset, please. I CALL DIBS ON HER BIO PIC, WHICH MIGHT BE TWO HOURS OF HER CHEWING ON A PEN AND TYPING ON HER LAPTOP, BUT STILL: DIBS.

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ONE….SINGULAR SENSATION

February 26th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

EVERY LITTLE STEP SHE TAKES

Happy first birthday to this blessed flower, my sweet niece and soon to be confidante (like as soon as she speaks words) Miss Olivia Grace.

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HUSKY GIRLS, THEY GET THE JOB DONE

February 24th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

My co-worker Vera just shared this will all of the lady This is Us writers. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND A THOROUGH READ.

HAHA IT’S SO FUNNY AND NONE OF IT IS REAL OR TRUE BUT ALSO NEVER RIDICULE A WOMAN, IT BREAKS HER SPIRIT AND CUTS OFF HER EFFICIENCY, NO REALLY I’M SERIOUS,  DON’T DO THIS

 

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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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LIES LIES LIES

January 26th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

GOT A FANCY NEW BEDROOM MIRROR THAT FEELS LIKE LIES

COULD SOMEONE PLZ CONFIRM FOR ME THAT I AM ACTUALLY THIS THIN THNKS

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