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

PARADISE ALERT

January 13th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

While I am so sorry for everyone in Hawaii who rid the wave of this massively false alarm happened today, I’m just going to entertain myself the rest of the day by imagining people in bathing suits, lunging for pina coladas, crawling under patio furniture, careful so they don’t spill their drink.

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BALANCE AND CALM

December 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on  Gifts, Morrison’s sister Anne kindly and knowingly passed on this magazine to me, which I carefully read on the plane ride home, but NOW I’M WORRIED I DIDN’T INTERNALIZE IT / WONDERING IF I SHOULD READ IT AGAIN AND TAKE NOTES / AM I CALM YET?! IS THIS CALM?! AHHHHHHHHHHHH *RUNS INTO WALL*

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The City Shoe!

December 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Presenting the City Shoe! Like most shoes, it goes on your Feet! Perfect for both plane rides and hotel workouts!  Transitions seamlessly from Walking Around the City while Reflecting on how much your Life has Changed to Darting Away from those Feelings! Also great for various Ninja activities, running from Scenes of Crimes, Jaywalking, and fleeing Creative Insecurity! New, from Adidas!

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COFFEE = TRUTH

November 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I spend the whole morning feeling like an open wound,  like everything stings and everything that doesn’t sting is completely falling apart and like nothing is safe and all tasks are undoable, but then I realize that I am in fact NOT having a profound life moment, I JUST HAD TOO MANY COFFEES. But also maybe it’s not just over-caffeination. MAYBE COFFEE WAS PUT ON EARTH TO TELL US THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR  LIVES THAT WE CANNOT BRING OURSELVES TO KNOW? SINCERELY, FOUR CUPS

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furniture shopping for drunks

November 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Furniture salesperson: This couch features crypton fabric. You can spill anything on it, and it just beads up, then you wipe it off with a rag! It’s resistant to everything!

Me:….even wine?

Furniture salesperson:Yep! Even wine.

Me: So….I can accidentally spill an entire glass of red wine all over it and it will be totally fine?

Furniture salesperson: Yep!

Me: I’LL TAKE IT! / CALLS APPLE STORE, ASKS IF COMPUTERS AND ALSO PHONES COME IN CRYPTON

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COSTUME, FOREVER

October 31st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

SAD AND ANXIOUS AMERICAN READING ABOUT ANOTHER TERRORIST ATTACK ON LUNCH BREAK

YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO AMAZON PRIME THIS COSTUME

IT JUST LIVES ON TOP OF YOUR BODY, FOREVER

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Bread; Myself

October 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Myself, reflectively: I should really try to just never eat bread. I feel better way when I don’t eat it, and nobody else in LA seems to eat it, ever.

Myself, 22 minutes later:

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DEAR PHONES:

October 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Perhaps maybe we can find some different verbiage for this new feature, something that enables us to keep on telling ourselves that you are just phones, and not ACTUAL PHYSICAL EXTENSIONS OF OUR BRAINS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE CARRY OUR BRAINS AROUND IN OUR POCKETS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE COULD, IN FACT, LOSE OUR BRAINS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE ARE ROBOTS CLOAKED IN SKIN

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Let them in

October 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first plays in college were very much just me trying to articulate and work through some things that were troubling me about my life, about the world and the way that I saw it. Being that I was all of 18-21, which is to say, very mature and deep and complicated, I, for the most part, kept these plays to myself, and didn’t share this part of myself with my parents. Over the years, this started to feel wrong, as there is little space between myself and my plays, so keeping my parents away from them was cutting them off from a big part of my Self. Last night we strolled through the classrooms where I wrote said first plays, then I sat with them as they watched The Cake. My feelings could be described as ‘terror’ and ‘worry’ and ‘wanting to at the same time vomit and cry’ and ‘where is wine’ but now, on the other side of it, I feel lucky and liberated  and open,  having shared. Why do the work if you can’t share it with the people who made you? IF A PLAY FALLS IN AN UNDERGRADUATE THEATER BUILDING, DO ANY PARENTS HEAR IT AT ALL? (Because they should.)

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HAPPY OUR BIRTHDAY

September 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think birthdays are big freaking deals. I don’t care how old you are. It’s a day to make the birth person feel loved and loved hard. And so the fact that I have to leave my poor  husband on HIS birthday to fly to NC to go see The Cake makes me NAUSEOUS WITH PAIN AND GUILT. And so last night, I made sure to remind him what his birthday is really about: MANAGING MY OWN FEELINGS AND EXPECTATIONS AND GUILT ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY. (Also, there were presents, most notably, a hand-crafted Axe, because survivalism is practically now a section on CrateandBarrel.com or perhaps it should be.)  HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my love, to my most favorite collaborator!  THERE IS NO ONE I’D RATHER FACE THE END OF DAYS WITH.

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