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

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’

BUT ALSO LOOK AT MY CUTE PARENTS

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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Arrival, Or

September 27th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from a quite reputable film company I have never met with nor worked with, meaning I HAVE OFFICIALLY ARRIVED AT THE HOLLYWOOD PARTY, OR I HAVE A VERY WEIRD AND SELECTIVE AMNESIA, YOU DECIDE

THANK YOU PIPA, ALISSA, AND THE TEAM! I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET YOU OR SEE YOU AGAIN (?)

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I’m just a Girl

September 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Standing in front of a boy

Who is technically her husband, at a Food Festival slash Fair

asking him to love her

and by love her I mean GENTLY DEMANDING THAT HE WIN HER A STUFFED ANIMAL AND HAND IT TO HER CEREMONIOUSLY, AS SHE ALWAYS DREAMT WOULD HAPPEN, MOSTLY IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, BUT PERHAPS THIS DREAM LINGERED WELL UNTIL HER EARLY 30’s, UNTIL SHE MET THE BOY

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THIS CAT, THO

August 22nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

You’re not a Cat person, you say. You’re not an Animal Person even, you say. BUT THEN I ASK YOU: ARE YOU IN FACT A PERSON AT ALL? AND I ALSO ASK YOU: HAVE YOU NEVER HAD YOUR SOUL EXAMINED BY A CREATURE WHO HEARD YOUR WORRY AND SAD FROM ACROSS THE HOUSE AND EMERGED SOFTLY AS IF UNBEKNOWNST TO YOU, YOUR HEART CALLED TO HIM AND HE LITERALLY PUTS HIS HANDPAWS ON YOU AS IF TO SAY, I AM HERE, AND NO I DO NOT CONTROL THE UNIVERSE BUT JUST KNOW THESE SIMPLE FACTS: I EXIST, AND YOU ARE FINE?

CLEARLY YOU HAVE NOT

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SHREDDING IS LIFE

August 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST DETAILS*

DETAILS INCLUDING THE FACT THAT DESPITE MY PHYSICALLY CAUTIOUS AND SAFETY-SEEKING NATURE, ALL I WANT TO DO FOREVER IS RIP AROUND ON A JETSKI, HUNTING FOR PONTOON BOAT WAVES; TAKE SMALL BREAKS FOR CHIPS

 

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Say Goodbye to These, Michael

August 11th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes you make a cake for a friend because she’s managed to stay alive X amount of years, and it’s the yearly commemoration of her birth, and sometimes you make her a cake because she’s  getting a double Mastectomy to prevent the spread of her cancer, so that she can be MORE alive, and for longer. My LA little sister Mackenzie has been facing this whole thing head on with HUMOR AND GRACE, ie, she threw a White Girl Witch farewell party for her breasts, featuring an actual rack of lamb and performances by her close friends, staged readings of earnest scenes from the Bachelor, stand-up, song and dance — all formed around this Arrested Development favorite:

Now that she’s safely on the other side of her surgery, I have to share the Lemon Cream Cheese cake that I put all of my love and worry  into. I offered a boob cake, Mack requested that the cake ‘maybe not look like an actual boob, but maybe have…boob WRITING on it?’ PLEASE NOTE THE LITTLE EYEBALL CANDIES THAT ARE MEANT TO TASTEFULLY LOOK LIKE BOOBS.

But mostly I have to share how proud of and in awe I am of this woman. Her ability to laugh at everything and anything. The fact that in the days leading up to her surgery, she was working on pitching her next show and got two job offers. Here’s to so many more years with her, more themed tragedy parties, more inflatable props.

 

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A Gemini Prepares

July 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Next week, I am PITCHING A TV SHOW FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, driving around town telling various smart and important people about my images and characters and thoughts,  in the hopes of someday getting a show that is Mine on air,  which I means I am full of two very real, very opposing feelings:

Joy at the opportunity and delirious delight in my own ideas, slightly high from the secret pocket feeling that I’m doing the thing I was put on this earth to Do

AND ALSO:

COMPLETE EXISTENTIAL TERROR AND DREAD, TINGED WITH FEELINGS OF INSECURITY AND ALSO GUT-EMPTYING FEAR THAT IT’S ALL BEEN A LIE, THAT I AM IN FACT A LIE, THAT THE ONLY TRUE THING IS GRAVITY

 

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I talk, he listens, I don’t

June 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think I don’t even listen to myself when I talk. I’m just sort of whirring around the house, doing 900 things, thinking some things, saying some of them out loud, and Morrison takes the most ridiculous and most important things and writes them down in the notes section of his phone, WHICH IS WHY I got this amazing flowing robe shirt thing for my birthday:

because at some point in the last year while stomping through the house declaring and straightening things, I said I NEED A FLOWING ROBE SHIRT  probably followed by DID WE CALL THE PERSON ABOUT THE THING and DID YOU READ ABOUT THE OTHER THING and HAVE WE DECIDED WHEN WE WERE DOING THAT? Please note his note-taking diligence is ALSO why we forever know that one point I actually said to him, ‘Let’s not mince hairs.’

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Dad; Dad

June 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My Dad met Chris Coffey, the actor who plays the Dad in my Dad play, and they told Dad jokes while wearing different kinds of Dad shirts and drank Dad drinks and I felt so daughter-y and EVERYTHING WAS DAD, tucked safe beneath the tree of Dad, hovering near tears.

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