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


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

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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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February 6th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on what to do with that pesky extra ten bucks lurking around your life (if it exists): There are a gazillion different campaigns right now — on Venmo, Gofund me, the Cash App — all raising money to send  kids to see THIS MASTERPIECE:

Black Panther is the first Marvel / superhero movie featuring a cast of strong, complex black characters, and its trailer alone made this whitest girl that ever lived say outloud to herself OH, SNAP between triscuits. It owns African roots, it challenges stereotypes, it’s got beautiful black women tossing evil white men across rooms, and it MUST BE SEEN by every black kid in America (AND ALSO BY MYSELF.) Ten bucks for a movie ticket isn’t a reality for everyone, so these campaigns are raising money to send underprivileged kids to the movie, for FREE. If you got a nice combo of a minute and ten extra bucks, GIVE HERE or just search #BlackPantherChallenge or give on Venmo to @Dreamerfund. THEN ALSO BUY YOURSELF A TICKET.

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How many am I?

February 1st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s a thing: it’s actually really quite often, while driving and passing an entrance to a carpool lane, I truly have this conversation with myself  in my head:

Self: Okay, so  I can use the carpool lane if there’s more than one person in the car. How many people are in the car?

Other Self: Just you.

Self: Okay so, how many people am I?

Other Self: Really?


Other Self:…One person. You are ONE person.

Self:…Right. (then) Then how is it that I’m having a conversation with myself?


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horn tooting

January 31st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am here today to take issue with the phrase ‘don’t toot your own horn.’ Okay so, you have a horn. It’s yours. You’re just standing there with it. SO YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO WAIT AROUND UNTIL SOMEONE APPROACHES AND ASKS IF THEY CAN BLOW INTO IT FOR YOU? 1.) how often does that actually happen 2.) germs 3.) logic 4.) I SAY GO AHEAD AND JUST TOOT IT YOURSELF.

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I know not my age

January 29th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most humans, I like to assume that everyone I see and interact with is vastly older or younger than me, so that my own age remains a fixed, untouchable thing, so that I might eat gummy bears forever. And so last night, while re-watching A Chef’s Life for the 900th time (Vivian Howard’s beautiful docuseries about food and farming in Eastern North Carolina) I hunkered down to learn about cabbage, and met this fine fellow, Sam Jones, who runs Skylight BBQ in Ayden, NC:

He taught Vivian how to make their famed coleslaw (hint, it’s buckets of sugar.) After, the two of them chatted about their parents, their work ethic. In my head I’m thinking, what a wise, humble, hardworking man in his mid to late 40s. And then he says, I always told myself I’d never be a person who let my work run my life, and here I am, 34 years old, and I can’t even turn it off. THIS MAN IS, IN FACT, YOUNGER THAN MYSELF.

As for Queen Vivian, I do think I know how old she is, but I won’t discuss it, as she is flawless /  ageless / glorious / inspiring / WILL LIVE FOREVER, but I will say she is slightly older than me, so I can say I want to be her when I grow up, which inevitably will happen someday.

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January 25th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, barely able to move from the couch, I found myself with no choice but to watch Erin Brockovich in its entirety for the first time ever, and today, because of it, I am fully convinced THAT THERE ARE NO EXCUSES, AND I AM 100% CAPABLE OF ANYTHING, LIKE MAYBE I COULD EVEN PUT ON REAL PANTS.

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Courage, or?

December 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I’ve noted 100 times before,  so why not make it a lovely odd 101, I seem to exist in this intellectual in-between space, where I’m always playing devil’s advocate to polarizing ideas. But I read this quote last night from Dante’s inferno that really slapped me upside the head:  The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis. So does hovering in-between mean neutrality? And when did neutrality become evil? Maybe does  it take more courage to entertain two imposing ideas at once? Or is hovering in between just creative person speak for morally lazy? What is courage? What is neutrality? What are ideas? Why is hell? DISCUSS.

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french women don’t get fat (?)

November 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I found this book on the floor of Mack’s car, and like most things found in friend’s cars I decided to MAKE IT MINE.  Apparently when she was in high school this was THE diet book, which is to say, when you go to high school in LA, there is more than one diet book. I don’t think diet books were a thing in NC high school, like at all.  It was more like, INTERMITTENTLY CONSUME AS MANY CLOVE CIGARETTES AND WENDY’S FRIED CHICKEN SANDWICHES AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. But I’m giving this one a read in my adult life. The charming french writer, who also runs Veuve Cliquot Champagne, claims that American women get and stay fat because they eat standing up, exercise manically without intention, and deny themselves their pleasures so aggressively that they end up face deep in a bowl of cake batter. French women, comparably, indulge their pleasures, never over do it, don’t work out, but instead walk and take in the world, eat bread and cheese and wine mindfully. American women talk and think obsessively about weight loss, while French women have more brain space and conversation space to actually engage in ideas OKAY WE GET IT, THE FRENCH, YOU’RE BETTER THAN US. But  as much as I want to deep fry this woman and dip her in ranch as she tells me about her whimsical childhood filled with loose teas and baguettes, I do think there’s value to her theory. A lot. I want more space in my brain. I want mornings gazing out the window and bread with dinner. I want pleasure and pinot noir and tiny pats of butter. JE VEUX ETRE FRANCAIS. Or Frances. I would also settle for just being Frances.

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bathwater of choice

November 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A combination of a series of long and draining weeks and  it being almost Thanksgiving  makes me want to submerge myself in a giant vat of butternut squash soup, and then rest on the warm top  like a tiny roasted and salted pepita or a small and decorative piece of raddish, and just float there for days. THAT WOULD BE MOST GOURDGEOUS.

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