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

I’ll just wait.

May 16th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

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The Stella Sisters

November 20th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

So I really can’t stop watching ABC’s new show Nashville, one of the reasons being the Stella sisters, adorably pictured here. I’m taking to my blog with this because if I tell Augie or facebook one more time how much I love them, this really might end in divorce. First and foremost, their names are Lennon and Maisy. Just – stop. They are  adorable and sing in raw, beautiful harmony, which I’m a total sucker for. They make me want to go back in time and force myself to pick up the guitar or stick with those weird singing lessons that I signed up for at church for my big Oklahoma audition. (If you’re curious: it ain’t so much a question of not knowin’ what to do. I’ve known what’s right and wrong since I’ve been ten.) And If not go back in time, then to move forward in it, procreate, have mostly daughters, and train them to do this exact  thing.

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Hazel

July 31st, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

My Mom gave me this North Carolina magazine, I believe it’s called Our State? (Thanks Mom!) which I read cover to cover on the plane back up to more thoroughly pretend like the plane was not shaking like we were stuck in the hand of a giant, ancy baby. The magazine is pretty amazing and gave me this sense of pride / belonging re: NC, which I haven’t really felt much of before. It made me want to visit the little big town of Elkin, make a whole lot of squash casserole, watch an old man make a violin, but mainly: I read about a hurricane that ravaged Southport, NC – just up the street from where my family vacay’s every year – in 1954. I’d heard of this storm, but hadn’t heard the details. It then dawned on me that were I to have a daughter, I should probably name her Hazel, being that it’s also the color of my eyes. When she’s bad I’ll call her Hurricane, when she’s good I’ll take naps.

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Definitely, Officially

May 6th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

While it may have appeared that I had arrived once Jeff Goldblum said something I wrote, NAY, FRIENDS. It was not until last night when, after years of secretly longing for this but being too ashamed to ask, A POSTER FROM ONE OF MY PLAYS WAS SUGAR-SCREENED ONTO A CAKE, and then I ate it. End of the World sadly but happily closed. I presented them with personalized ping pong balls:

And they performed a song they had written for Stephen and I with inside joke,  gratitude and profanity. It was pretty much the other half of my official arrival (the other half being cake.) I’m so happy I got to work with these guys, and even happier about how if I one day win any sort of award I will be entirely unamused, because it will not be a cake with a play on it.

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GREAT. Now I have to have a BABY.

January 15th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

….Add a little food and water, wait 4-5*  years, and force her to wear this adorable get-up.

* How old is she? Is she 2? Is she 6? Clearly, I’m ready for children.

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CULTURE OF (HURRICANE) FEAR!

August 26th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hi, I’m still twelve years old. I still look to my Dad to tell my whether – or WEATHER – or not to be worried about something. When I was wee and in NC, we had tons of hurricanes and tornadoes. I could only sleep through the night if my Dad told me that the storm wasn’t going to be that bad, and that he’d wake me up if there was really something to worry about. I repeat – we had tons of hurricanes. And I slept through them. Okay, maybe not always slept. Sometimes cowered or cartooned with brothers. But, my Dad reminded me this morning that I have lived through Hurricanes just as strong as Irene. In New York we (hi, the news) seem to be panicking because it’s something we’re not used to, so we can do nothing but imagine the worse. Now panicking is on my top ten list of favorite things to do. It’s up there with rollerskating, sleeping and eating food. But this time, I think I choose to remain calm, but be prepared, and hope for the best.

I’d love to stay and chat, but I really have to go purchase 11 bottles of wine / water / gummy bears / candles / bread? Beans?

Should I sit in the eye of this hurricane, and eat beans?

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North Carolina /come on and Raise up

June 8th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I know I grew up in North Carolina but sometimes I feel like I’m not very North Carolinian, or maybe at least not stereotpyically so. Sometimes I wish I was. I don’t eat liver pudding (WHAT IS LIVER PUDDING / WHY?!) and did not grow up with cows in my backyard or come from tobacco money. What IS stereotypically North Carolinian, even? I don’t mean to call it bland. It’s a beautiful state and I love going back.  I love writing about it and eatings its eats.  But I have no accent. Maybe just some good manners. Sometimes I feel like I grew up nowhere, or in a strip mall. I grew up in Sears. Maybe this just comes from being raised in the suburbs?  I don’t know, I think I just sometimes long for history or stories or culture or something? Which is why I’m going to raise my children either in  Asheville or inside of a volcano.

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New York Cares

October 20th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

To quote myself:

Volunteer: I’m with New York Cares!

Teacher: Yeah it does.

Volunteer: What?

Teacher: ….we all do.

I finally finally got to do a New York Cares event. It’s nuts how fast the events fill up with volunteers. NYCares allows the busy, privileged New Yorker to productively absolve their guilt over their privilege and busy-ness  in short, rewarding sessions. Yesterday I participated in Bedtime Stories, which sounds creepy, but is just reading to and doing crafts with some kids at a rec center. My heart completely melted over littles Martin and Otto and Gus who insisted on reading NO GIRLS ALLOWED! and then proved to me their superior reading levels. Pictured above are our hand-wreaths, with required us to kind of accidentally draw all over our hands, in seemingly washable marker and then our Moms yelled at us and it was just really uncomfortable. I’m really really glad I did it and am totally going to do it again, perhaps even venturing BEYOND east 54th street to boroughs where kids aren’t already reading above grade level.

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Go to this okay? Okay.

July 23rd, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

In which I write outside theater for children, and Isaac Byrne directs.

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what the crap, China???

April 30th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Could someone please explain to me what the heck is going on in China??? In the last month, there have been four separate attacks on preschoolers by middle aged men. Men have been stabbing and attacking these kids with hammers. The latest then lit himself on fire. The 3rd attacker blamed it on recent ‘romantic frustrations.’ The first attacker has already been executed. I don’t understand how you get from ‘romantically frustrated’ to ‘killing kids.’ Something about being EXTREMELY pissed off at their innocence? Their potential? Wanting what you cannot have?? Whatever it is, I certainly hope it STOPS, and soon, and how.

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