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

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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MEDIUM OLD DOG / NEW TRICKS

June 20th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in Poughkeepsie for the week, accidentally twinning with Ingrid and workshopping the Notebook musical at New York Stage and Film. And while I can’t really share anything specific in terms of  who it is or when it is or what it is (YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS) I CAN share, with confidence, that this by far THE MOST INTENSE, MOST COMPLICATED, MOST FULLY EXHILARATING DEVELOPMENT PROCESS I HAVE EVER BEEN A PART OF. There’s my scenes, and then there’s the music, and both are living beasts that need to be fed and re-dresssed and fed again. I’ve never actually watched a group of people learn a song before, build it from notes to a number in twenty minutes. Nor have I ever properly placed lyrics in a script, or lined up sheet music with book, or located the exact moments when songs should begin or end, NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN MORE TIRED OR IN LOVE WITH PLAYS THAT HAVE SONGS IN THEM.

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LORD HELP ME

June 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

IN AN ATTEMPT TO SOOTHE MY BRAINWHIR, I’VE BECOME A PERSON WHO WRITES PRAYERS AND AFFIRMATIONS (WHICH I’M COMING TO REALIZE ARE THE SAME THING) ON NOTECARDS AND PLACES THEM WHERE I CAN MOST FREQUENTLY SEE THEM

IS THIS A SIGN OF THE END (OR PERHAPS THE BEGINNING)

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ATTN: NC MOUNTAIN FOLK

June 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The glorious Erin McCarson has assembled and is producing an evening of my short plays in Asheville, NC, June 19-23. I CAN’T BE THERE, AS I’LL BE WORKSHOPPING THE NOTEBOOK, BUT THIS LITERALLY MAKES ME WANT TO SAW MYSELF IN HALF AND SEND ONE HALF DOWN ON A PLANE WITH MY TSA PRE-CHECK NUMBER SO THAT I CAN SEE IT. But maybe you can go instead, be my Eyes. It’s a collection of shorts, most of which I wrote years ago, a few of them specifically for Erin, some on trains, some on planes, all while trying to figure myself out. Please attend, if not for me or Erin, but for this poster, which is MY NEW OFFICIAL FAVORITE SHOW POSTER OF ALL TIME.

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Rachel Held Evans, 37

June 4th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

This remarkable person died last month. I somehow managed to not hear about her until AFTER she died, which still feels absurd to me, as her life’s work was questioning her faith while also living in it, finding space within her religion (Evangelical Christian turned Episcopalian) for the marginalized, but mostly — BECAUSE SHE DECIDED TO LIVE A WHOLE YEAR OF HER LIFE AS A BIBLICAL WOMAN AND WROTE A BOOK ABOUT IT, LIKE SHE SLEPT IN THE YARD WHEN SHE GOT HER PERIOD AND CALLED HER HUSBAND MASTER, to both honor biblical traditions but also dig into their ridiculousness. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS PERSON? I have since ordered all she’s written, and plan to spend as much time as possible bathing my brain in it. So far, from what I’ve learned from her, this resonates with me the most: Living in faith is better than living in fear. But also, her death has given me a weird gift. She died at the age of 37, a few weeks shy of her 38th birthday, after complications from an infection. I’m turning 37 next week and I’ve been wearing this fact around like a big wet dress. I own 37 but don’t love that I’m becoming it with no kid or motherhood in sight. But reporters and writers  keep calling her YOUNG as they list her profound accomplishments, which makes me feel old but still young, still much to do, much to learn.  And learning Everything this dear person ever wrote and thought is next.

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Drivecation

April 5th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

n.) To just get in the car and drive away from one’s worries and go to some beautiful someplace else, within driving distance;

to rest at that place, sans stress of air travel or the money you hemorrhaged to defy gravity while also inhaling mostly other people’s germs and turkey wrap farts

 

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