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

The semi-annual nibling sweater report

March 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

A few moons ago, I found myself filming for two days in a creepy westside mall that seemed to include only a Baby Gap, a pretzel place a store that sold only dream catchers, and memories of walking by Abercrombie and Fitch just to smell it and be smelled. Smelt?  Naturally, I spent my lunch breaks losing my mind in said Baby Gap, and spent basically my wages for the week on sweaters for my niblings. Just  yesterday, I happened to receive status reports of said sweaters from their said parents and just — HERE.

Olivia, in pink:

Luke, in Charlie Brown:

I continue to be obsessed with said sweaters. Is this how said works? You say something, and then you say you said it by saying said before it? ENGLISH WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR SAID SELF

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I have an office

February 28th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night I was writing in my office, and I suddenly stopped and thought to myself, I am writing in my office. I actually stopped, took stock of these things:

I am a writer.

I have a house with an office in it that I can write in.

I have these things because of writing that I have written. 

HOW DID THIS EVEN COME TO BE? 

And then 35 years of ink smeared on my left hand and two dollar bills from Sunday School teachers and crying in the rain over bad reviews swept past. I took a picture with my phone and then my eyes and then my mind, so that I might never forget to fully note what’s happening right in front of me, and how every moment lived has led to it.

 

 

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MUFFINDEMPTION

February 25th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Noun: to avoid all work that one has been contracted to do and instead make muffins to make up for the last time you made muffins and they weren’t that great; to compensate for muffin shame. More specifically, MAPLE BANANA WALNUT MUFFINDEMPTION.

 

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and other lies I’ve loved

February 22nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m only a few chapters into this memoir but I’m already struck by it. Kate Bowler, a 35 year old divinity professor and mother and wife, was raised in a strong Christian family, spent her 20s and 30s researching and writing about prosperity gospel, the idea that the more you love and serve God, the more he blesses your life with riches. After giving birth to her son, she found out she had stage four colon cancer, and is currently in the process of dying. She says she wouldn’t have had the ‘hubris’ to write this book without if it weren’t for this. It’s a book about how dying has shaped her faith, how it’s gotten her to a deeper, less presentational relationship with it.  I don’t know the thesis yet as I haven’t finished it, but I love this part and so I have to share:

‘There is something so American about the Show and Tell of our daily lives. A big house means you work hard. A pretty wife means you must be a rich. A subscription to the New York Times shows you must be smart. And when you’re not sure, there will always be bumper stickers to point out who has the honor roll student and who finished a marathon. America likes its shopping malls big and its churches even bigger, and every Starbucks in every lobby proves that Jesus cares about brewing the best. Sometimes I saw this idea under the banner of family values…It was the way the women boasted about their fat cheeked babies and their little boys in bow ties. It was in the way that the pastor displayed his wife and child in the front row and asked his little Jennifer to sing the solo: “Isn’t she talented, folks?’ It was in the way people bought tidy mansions with extra guest rooms in case a refugee sponsored by a church needed to stay a night. Christmas cards were prosperity gospels writ miniature, stacks of pictures of a family in matching denim sitting on lightly distressed couches in fields of waving wheat. Does every field in America have a photo couch? But I was taken with the white light brightening their smiles as they turned to each other and laughed. They were the good news.”

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THE BIRD!

February 17th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Presenting a new player on the ever expanding team Foster-Keddie roster:

Elizabeth ‘Birdie’ Lee Miller, born ON FREAKING VALENTINE’S DAY to Morrison’s sister Anne and her husband Michael.

JUST IN CASE THIS MESSAGE WAS NOT THOROUGHLY RECEIVED THE FIRST TIME, I REPEAT, A LITTLE NIECE NUGGET NAMED BIRDIE WAS BORN ON VALENTINE’S DAY. Put THAT in your drawer of stickers and bows. I love her already, and I already feel a little bad for every person she ever dates. Y’ALL BETTER BRING IT.

 

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clothes as memory

February 16th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dressed myself this morning, like you do, and as I drove to work, I reflected on the layers that  I had decided to put on myself, both literally and figuratively. I’m sporting a jacket I got at a vintage store 10 years ago in Boston, to wear to a wedding I was attending with my boyfriend at the time who would ultimately not be my husband, at a time when the idea of my actual self getting married felt so foreign to me that weddings just felt like long parties with slightly better clothes. Under this jacket, I’m wearing the flannel of Morrison and I’s  wedding colors that I got to wear to our welcome dinner the night before we wed. If I sniff it really deep, I can still smell the campfire. Food as memory, clothes as memory, memory as memory, amiright?

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from an admirer / critic?

February 15th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Somebody gift wrapped and left this lovely lady tool set in my office. I have a lot of questions, such as, who? And also, why? Is it in reference to an inside joke that I was never inside of? Is it a subtle suggestion that I should explore my masculine side, or I guess maybe my feminine side? Or is it more of a metaphor, that I Fix Things? Or a declaration of PLEASE FIX THINGS. Whatever and whoever, THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY FRILLY BUT SOMETIMES MASCULINE LEANING HEART.

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EVERYDAY’S THE 14TH

February 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

My love for this fine person can be expressed solely with Outkast lyrics, baked goods, face-sized smiles, and occasionally my own words.

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MARVELOUS HUMANS, ALL

February 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of openings to the Cast (and some Creative) of La Jolla Playhouse’s The Cake! From R to L: Aubrey Dollar as Jen, Miriam Hymann as Macy, Director Casey Stangl, mennonite girl on her Rumspringa daring to wear a fake leather jacket / playwright Bekah Brunstetter, Wayne Duvall as Tim, Faith Prince as Della, and on your farthest Left, Guy who Travelled from the Future to Deliver us a Message that we never Received because we were Taking Too Many Pictures.

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DAY DRINK

February 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I feel like a picture of a drink in a blog post

Trapped forever sideways

Because the writer cannot figure out how to alter the image

Because day drink

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