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

inside animal

January 11th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in NYC for two weeks for a Notebook workshop and I can’t stop looking at a Dog. I learned recently that the Spirit Animal is a Native American cultural concept that it’s best to like, maybe NOT re-appropriate? BUT I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS DOG THAT WAS RECENTLY POSTED ON COUNTRY LIVING’S INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT:

This is the animal that lives inside of my head that I think of every time I feel overwhelmed or homesick or nostalgic or alone; this is the animal that CONTAINS all of my nostaglia and homesickness; THIS IS MY INSIDE ANIMAL.

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Share Size

January 7th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on A Life Lived With Gummy Bears: why put these words on a product, especially when there is technically no amount of gummy bears that is RIGHT to ingest, so how could there be an amount of gummy bears that is WRONG? Why not instead just ‘Regular size’ or ‘Size’ or ‘to be eaten during turbulence’ or ‘to be eaten alone so that your adult peers never learn that left to your own devices, you could sit and house an entire Share Size bag of gummy bears like they were chips’

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not mantra

January 5th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

My mantra has pretty much always been I do not have a mantra, I am not a person who does mantras, but recently, a mantra has developed in my head on its own, and so, I think I’ll let it stay, as it’s been incredibly helpful.

It is simply: My faith is greater than my anxiety. My faith is greater than my anxiety. Is this a mantra? I think this is a mantra. I guess I have a mantra, now. MY FAITH IS GREATER THAN MY ANXIETY. ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SHOUT MANTRAS OR WHISPER THEM? I GUESS MINE IS SHOUTED THROUGH THE BACKS OF MY EYES, MY FAITH IS GREATER THAN MY ANXIETYYYYYYY

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care of creatures

December 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter
black and white engrave isolated hippo illustration art

I interrupt the regularly scheduled Christmas related content to flag two dreams I’ve had recently:

ONE. I had a giant pet black hippo who could stand on his hind legs. When we weren’t making pasta together, he would stand, tap on his back with his front leg, motioning for me to hop on, and I would attach myself like a back-pack and he would run around the industrial sized kitchen and oh how we laughed and laughed and then made pasta for some reason.

TWO. I had a beautiful black dragon that I kept in the bathtub. From far away it just looked like your regular black bathtub dragon. But get closer, and his neck is neon orange and green and blue, and I sat next to him, stroking his neck, and he purred.

Theories:

ONE. I have heard I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas 9 too many times this year

TWO. My brain is trying to prepare for terrifying beautiful creatures that will MAYBE SOON BE IN MY CARE

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Me, and how I’m Crazy

December 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m taking a break through the holidays from worrying and obsessing about getting pregnant, or at least this is what I’m telling myself, if not shouting at myself. It mostly involves frantic compartmentalization, which makes me very fun at parties. I was at a Christmas party this other night, and a lovely woman who I know socially but not super well, arrived, and my brain immediately did this, in quick succession:

  • There is a new round glow to her face
  • Why is she wearing a baggy sweater
  • IS THAT A SLIGHT BULGE I SEE BENEATH HER SWEATER
  • IT IS, IT IS A BULGE
  • THIS BITCH IS PREGNANT
  • THE ENEMY IS UPON US
  • RUN BEKAH RUN
  • RUN TOWARDS THE NEAREST EXIT
  • DON’T START CRYING UNTIL YOU REACH YOUR CAR
  • DON’T LET ANYONE SEE IN YOUR EYES EVERYTHING THAT JUST HAPPENED
  • PRETEND NONE OF IT HAPPENED
  • RESTORE RESTORE RESTORE
  • AVOID AVOID AVOID
  • CHUG WINE LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW AND NO HUMANS GROWING INSIDE OF YOU BECAUSE THERE ARE NOT

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Next Play

December 2nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night, while rambling about how much I love broccoli and how I prepared the broccoli for our dinner because I am just an incredibly interesting person who is very fun to be around, Morrison informed me that broccoli is in fact a man-made vegetable. Having assumed my whole life that I knew this vegetable that I loved ever so, I was AGHAST. I went straight to the internet, by which I mean, I literally googled ‘The history of broccoli,’ where I found:

Broccoli, botanically known as Brassica oleracea italica, is native to the Mediterranean. It was engineered from a cabbage relative by the Etruscans—an ancient Italian civilization who lived in what is now Tuscany—who were considered to be horticultural geniuses.

What is a horticultural genius? How does one turn a cabbage into broccoli? WHO WERE THE ETRUSCANS? NEXT PLAY? FIRST CAKE, THEN BROCCOLI? SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM MYSELF

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Feelings Recipes

November 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of my new favorite things to do is to write Feelings Recipes, by which I mean, listing out not only ingredients but also the Feelings I put into whatever I cooked. And so I present to you this vegan pasta:

With turmeric chickpea noodles, Avoidance, roasted carrots and cauliflower, DESPAIR, onion and garlic, DREAD, roasted cherry tomatoes, kale, FRESH HOPE GRATED ALL OVER THE TOP OF IT (TASTES LIKE CHEESE)

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It is Well

October 3rd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

With my Soul

(FYI THIS IS MY SOUL)

(MY SOUL IS SEASONAL; DELICIOUS)

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Bekah’s Book Club

September 7th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

At the urging of three separate friends, I started reading this INDEED VERY PAINFULLY BEAUTIFUL book, about the coming of age of a mysterious girl who lives in the Marsh on the North Carolina coast. It’s the kind of book that makes me all day Can’t Wait to go to bed, so I can read it. Not only is it just a great story, it checks two huge Bekah’s Book Club boxes for me, things that I always look for in literature that I might read again, recommend to friends:

1.) Incredibly detailed descriptions of how thin the main girl character is and how strong and skinny she is and how small and firm her breasts are and how ‘taut’ her skin is and how flat her stomach is and how puberty happened like an accident and now her hair is down to her butt and she could wear it like a dress around her taut skin, if she wanted

2.) EQUALLY DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT THE CHARACTER EATS FOR EVERY MEAL, LOTS OF REFERENCES TO CORN BREAD COOLING ON THE STOVE, FRIED CHICKEN, BLACKBERRY COBBLER WITH HARD CREAM; followed immediately by more descriptions of how taut said character still is

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Find it, and Look at it

August 28th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

What is the word for when a writer remembers a quote from something written and it inspires them, but the quote is from something that they themselves wrote? OH RIGHT, NARCISSISM. I keep thinking about these lines from my play The Oregon Trail, in which a young girl is VERY BEGRUDGINGLY traveling cross-country with her sister and Dad.

MARY ANNE: C’mon Jane. Look at the bright side.

JANE: I’m tryin ta. But I just don’t see it.

CLANCY: Find it and look at it.

I keep shouting this at myself in my head. Whenever I feel myself start to drop into anything like self-pity, which sometimes feels like a hot tub full of gummy bears, a warm place I’d like to be. Look at the bright side. Keep turning the thing around or wandering around it until you find it. FIND IT, AND LOOK AT IT.

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