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

Light

September 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on (wo)man’s search for meaning, I can’t stop thinking about this NYT picture of some people in Houston taking in vibrant sunlight for the first time in days:

Just as we all paused life and watched the eclipse a few weeks back, here are these people, rejoicing in a vast, shared thing. I’m not going to go as far as to say that perhaps God sent Harvey to humble us, and bring us together, but, okay, yes. MAYBE DID GOD SEND HARVEY TO HUMBLE US AND BRING US TOGETHER?   I acknowledge that this is a dangerous statement, as surely, most of the people who lost their homes in the floods were already humbled, already together. They did not need to lose their worldly belongings to be reminded of what they already knew. And It’s not lost on me that the flooding affected already poverty stricken, black and latino communities, and there are definitely other communities who are in greater need of being humbled. But still, I want it to be more than just wind forming over an ocean. I want it to have meant something. It’s not my job to determined said meaning, as I was not affected by the storm, but I can’t help but try. I just might look at this picture until it find it.

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goodness

August 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I question my own goodness, wonder if I’m kind enough to my fellow humans, just in general. Then I remember how much time I spend NOT YELLING AT MEN WHO WEAR LEGIT SNOW HATS WHILE WORKING OUT, how often I DON’T ask them, Are you cold? Is that what’s happening right now? Because we live very near the DESERT. And then I remember that I am actually, in fact, THE NICEST PERSON THAT HAS EVER LIVED.

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I kale deeply

August 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt I went back to the theater to get the only existing copy of The Cake so that I could rewrite it (no such thing as computers in this dream world). I frantically looked for it everywhere, and finally one of the producers handed it to me. It had turned into a bowl of sautéed kale.  I strapped the bowl into the passenger seat of my car, and drove it home. At home I searched through the bowl for a particular moment in the play I wanted to fix. It had turned into a piece of garlic stuck towards the bottom. I wondered how to turn a bowl of kale into a word document. I couldn’t figure it out, so I ate it.

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The power of NOprah

August 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you happen to be a person who says yes to everything, out of fear that if you say no, the person will reject you or think you are terrible, which is to say, 97%  of professional women –chances are you will end up overcommitting yourself. Yesterday, I listened to an interview with Oprah, in which she spoke to the power of No, and the moment in which she realized the word was in her Quiver. Stevie Wonder asked her to write a check for a charity, and though she feared that Stevie Wonder would think she was lame if she declined, she said No. The world did not explode. She has been practicing intentionality ever since: only saying Yes to things that she really, truly cares about. All of this to say: if at any point in the  near future you ask me to do something for you, and I say no, it is only because I THINK THAT I AM OPRAH.

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EARNEST GRATITUDE POST ALERT

August 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Cake closed yesterday, which is not to say that it is the end: the play is (with different cast / director / designers) is moving onto Playmakers in NC, the Warehouse Theater in SC, La Jolla in SoCal, The Alley in Houston, and hopefully a few more. And also, it will never really be Over, as there will always be cake, and if there’s not, I truly do not know if I want to live in that world. I’ve had plays close many times before, but this one was particularly emotional. It’s always sad when a play ends, as it will never be again, or least, not with the same people, in the same space. But also, this wasn’t just any play. Not only did I get to work with actors who read my mind, made me feel and look smart, captured my laugh-then-tears-then-laugh tone that some aren’t sure how to navigate, but also, I got to work with my husband, and witness first hand the depth his heart and work ethic and creative intelligence.

If that weren’t enough, I got to put voice to icky and complicated questions and contradictions that exist in my head, let them out of my head and into the world,  and discover that so many people wrestle with the same things. I  helped a liberal audience find empathy for those whose beliefs are different from their own, I helped evangelical audience members feel understood. I walked a divide and gave out cake. And if THAT weren’t even enough – I got to make people feel good, feel hopeful and open, which, given how things currently are, feels important. And so, if all of THOSE things weren’t even enough, I got to fully realize that fact itself: that plays are important. They are only important SOMETIMES. They cannot always be important. Sometimes they are selfish and indulgent or too long or  too vague and or too ambitious. But sometimes they effect people. If, at the end of my life, this is my one play that did just that — if this was as good as it gets –I AM SO VERY GOOD WITH THAT.

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that Succulent Scene

August 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Much to our delight, Morrison and I discovered this morning that there is in fact a huge group of SoCal folk who spend all of their free time growing and thinking about and talking about Succulents (drought resistant plants that come in all colors, shapes and sizes.)

We very much on purpose found ourselves at a Succulent Fair in the LA Arboretum, where succulent sellers from all over California gather to sell and show both native plants, and plants from as far as Africa. They all bear Latin names, but it’s also fun to just call them what they look like, like ‘little fun nugget’ or ‘pickle friend’ or ‘dinosaur eyelid.’

We carefully chose six new friends for our new front yard, all of whom will grow and form what Morrison calls a ‘protective barrier’ around our house.

I can’t wait to watch them grow / forget not to touch them / get pieces of them permanently stuck in my hands!

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RUDE

August 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Scene: as I approach the lunch table, my face morphs for joy to horror as a I spot a GIANT TUB OF MAC N CHEESE NEXT TO MY SALAD. I confront the very nice and considerate Writer’s PA, as he passes by.

Me: What is this?

Writer’s PA: Oh, I got it for everyone.

Me: Why would you do that?

Writer’s PA: Oh, I just thought it’d be nice for everyone to –

Me: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME

Writer’s PA: Oh — I really just thought

Me: WHY.

Writer’s PA: Oh, sorry, did you not want any?

Me: NO.

Writer’s PA: That’s weird because I think you just ate half of it in the last seven seconds.

Me: MUFHHHGHHHHHHmmgghhhhcheese

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Uncanny Vallivia

August 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh hi, what’re you up to today? Are you at work or working out or creating something? Hey, good for you. Oh, me? I’m just going to spend the entire day staring at these pictures my mom sent me of niece Olivia hanging out with a creepy doll because honestly: best thing I’ve seen in days. Each picture is a skittle but for your eyes. Here’s a select few:

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‘when you hit a wall, just kick it in’

August 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday we lost a brilliant playwright / thinker / actor / human, Sam Shepard, to Lou Gehrig’s disease. Just as every theater person ever has now expressed on the internet: I, too, was obsessed with his plays in college and grad school: Buried Child, True West, Fool for Love, Curse of the Starving class. They taught me how a play could be a poem that was alive,  but that also contained active human beings who want things. His characters are brutally honest and his imagery is effortless. In his honor, I’m spending my lunch break hanging out with his memory via some of his quotes.  A few favorites:

“Look it – you start out as an artist, I started out when I was nineteen, and you’re full of defenses. You have all of this stuff to prove. You have all of these shields in front of you. All your weapons are out. It’s like you’re going into battle. You can accomplish a certain amount that way. But then you get to a point where you say, “But there’s this whole other territory I’m leaving out.” And that territory becomes more important as you grow older. You begin to see that you leave out so much when you go to battle with the shield and all the rest of it. You have to start including that other side or die a horrible death as an artist with your shield stuck on the front of your face forever. You can’t grow that way. And I don’t think you can grow as a person that way, either. There just comes a point when you have to relinquish some of that and risk becoming more open to the vulnerable side, which I think is the female side. It’s much more courageous than the male side.”

“I hate endings. Just detest them. Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster. … The temptation towards resolution, towards wrapping up the package, seems to me a terrible trap. Why not be more honest with the moment? The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving towards another beginning. That’s genius.”

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theracake

July 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

So maybe I have had a slightly stressful last few weeks, all good kinds of stress, like joy and excitement stress, but stress none the less, and when je stress, JE BAKE. And so yesterday, I came home from work with a need to make a cake so immediate and so strong, it can only be described as FRANTIC. And so, je baked Paula Deen’s Pink Lemonade Cake.

Frosting heart brought to you by Morrison, who jumped in when I wasn’t sure what to put on the top other than the words FEELINGS CAKE.

Audiences at the Cake this weekend will get a taste of my anxiety,  which PS, tastes like butter and lemon and Paula Deen’s fingers after a day in the kitchen.

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