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

Charmed, I’m sure

January 17th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

For Christmas this year, The Brunstetters copied the Foster-Keddies, maybe because I forced them to, and did a Secret Santa type gift exchange. Employing a very fancy Santa app in which I first accidentally left off Dan, Each family member was assigned another, so ultimately, we each only had to get one gift, which is preferable, as we are all grown-ups. Lucky my Dad got Lucky me, and he gifted me with this beautiful charm bracelet, which bears a charm that matches each one of my plays / projects:


So moved, so CHARMED, so excited to keep receiving charms, and to write plays JUST so I can receive the Charm of them.

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January 15th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

Noun: a co-worker who becomes a friend; WHAT I FORCE MOST EVERYONE THAT I WORK WITH TO BECOME. 13 days into this Notebook musical workshop and I’m feeling very very grateful for Ingrid, who bakes the world’s best salted chocolate chip cookies, who is both vulnerable and collaborative, who brings me good luck crystals to keep in my bra and essential oils to sniff, who gives me half her orange when I’m staring at it with envy, who deserves nine million Trammy’s for her beautiful work on this project, a Trammy of course being the combo Tony Grammy that will be invented JUST for her.

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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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December 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Another superb Christmas with Morrison’s family in Olympia, Washington, a waterside fairyland full of hyped up children, Christmas carbs and stunning 4 PM sunsets. I will present my favorite moments / pictures using a very difficult, hi-tech blog feature called ‘media gallery’ which it honestly just took me 27 minutes to figure out how to do.

Christmas caroling at the Marina, complete with candles, hot cider and cookies, and 40 GROUP CAROLS INCLUDING CAROL OF THE BELLS:

Christmas morning itself, obviously:


Watching Morrison just be great at everything:

Q time with my in-law life partners:

And my most favorite, hope-giving, light restoring sunset, TAKEN AT 4:45 PM.

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Winter Sky

December 6th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

One my favorite things about LA winters other than pretending to be cold and actually being cold and fake snow titling about giant outdoor shopping pavilions are the SUNSETS. Starting at around 4 PM, it begins, and for the next 1.5 hours, the sky does its monologues,

And we all tuck into our ranch houses, cuddle our avocados, and listen.

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November 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

For our third anniversary, Most Amazing Husband Ever who happens to be Mine surprised me with a trip to Leatherwood Mountain resort where we got married, because year 3 is Leather, AND YES I AM JUST NOW PUTTING THIS TOGETHER (LEATHER WOOD.) It’s nestled (literally nestled) in the mountains in Ferguson, NC, It’s just as magical as we left it:

And we don’t want to ever leave, and so our only options are 1.) abandoning our lives, shipping Cracker here via Fedex or 2.) resolving to return to our lives but only after giving the gift shop all of our money in exchange for literally every magnet and coffee mug and hoodie they offer, then returning to our lives but becoming people who only talk about Leatherwood Mountains resort,

Like have you heard of it, and have you been there?, and we got Married there, and we are planning on going there again, and please just Bury us there.

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Jesus in Maryland

November 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in Olney, Maryland for the week to workshop Teen Mary Magdalene hearts Teen Jesus musical at the Olney Theater Center, which is very exciting and career and work and play development and yay but MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM IN MY FAVORITE WEATHER DURING MY FAVORITE MONTH. Growing up, we went to my grandparents’ in Davidsonville, Maryland every year for Thanksgiving, and its cloudiness, it’s very specific sort of cozy cold, are things I long for whenever it turns November. I can’t believe this is my view, all week.


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Fire Season

November 2nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve now lived in LA long enough to be aware of Fire Season, and of the fact that it’s getting worse and worse. (I’ve been so lucky so far to not have any of the fires come close to where I live, KNOCK ON ALL OF THE FLAMMABLE WOOD EVER.) Suddenly there’s surreal images of familiar places on fire and cars stuck in traffic next to it, as if it’s not even there. You wake up with a sore throat for no reason. But the worst part of all: at the beginning, before you’ve checked your phone to see that everything is now Fire, you go outside smell Campfire, and it warms you and makes you smile, makes you feel cozy and want to grab a guitar or at least a marshmallow, AND THEN YOU REALIZE IT’S THE SMELL OF SOMEONE’S HOUSE BURNING, and you feel terrible, and it’s a gutting reminder of the impermanence of things, and you go back inside and look at all of your Things and Things and Things, and imagine it all on fire, and yourself in the middle of it.

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The Easiest Part

October 9th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My friend Maggie and her boyfriend Grimur had a little Girl about 6 months ago, as weird and beautiful as her parents. I kept asking Maggie what her daughter’s name was, and she kept saying, we don’t know. And also: we’ll decide when the government needs us to! Granted, they are Icelandic, so basically they ONLY DO THINGS IF INSTRUCTED TO BY HIDDEN PEOPLE, or if compelled to do so by their art guts. They were so busy raising and marveling at her, that her name didn’t really seem to matter. Their little girl went nameless for I think something like 3 months before they settled on Myrra, something that both Americans and Icelanders could easily pronounce. I was thinking about Myrra and Maggie the other day as Morrison and I had our 8 millionth ‘what will we name our children‘ conversation. For us, that has been the easiest part, probably because we’ve had much time to discuss. It started the year before we got married as we floated in a desert hot Spring, poking around the names of our siblings and grandparents and musicians we liked. For going on four years now, we’ve known ****** and ****** and ******. Their names are so clear to us, and we repeat them sometimes, remind ourselves of them, like saying ***** and ***** and ****** will make them exist, before they do. Just as I’m trying to patiently allow myself to think about worst case scenarios, I’m trying to also think about the good ones. Like when ***** or ****** or ****** is grown, they might ask us someday, why did you name me *****? And we will smile and say, because we knew it was your name, long before we knew You.

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Cute Parents

October 5th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I know slash hope that one day our kids will call us Cute, and it will feel dismissive, and I will be like, HOW DARE YOU, I AM NOT CUTE, I CREATED YOU, YOU ARE ON EARTH BECAUSE OF ME, I GAVE YOU LIFE, NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS ‘CUTE’


Who, for the record, rallied after a 14 hour cross country travel day to party at Ingrid’s show at The Wiltern last night. ‘CUTE!’

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