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

Cool Story

October 13th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Morrison got me a Chance the Rapper ‘3’ hat for my birthday this year. Chance wears the hat to represent the Holy Trinity, and also the trinity that is he, his wife and his daughter. Morrison got it for me because I do love Chance, and Chances, and also because we’re both hoping that in terms of babymaking, THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM. Cut to my parents’ visit, we spent much time in the sun, and my Dad didn’t bring a hat, so he ended up rolling around Malibu like this:

AND THE OCCASIONAL LOOKS HE GOT AS AN OLD(ER) (NOT ACTUALLY OLD) WHITE DUDE RAP FAN WERE AMAZING. C’MON PPL, GIVE THE MAN A CHANCE (JOKE)

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Animal Work

October 7th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Darwin once said, “Intelligence is based on how efficient a species became at doing the things they need to survive” and I might add ‘while waiting for prescription pickups at CVS.’ And so here’s my Mom and I, proving that we DO come from monkeys, and maybe a little bit cats, AND THAT ULTIMATELY WE ALL COME FROM THE SEASONAL AISLES OF DRUG STORES.

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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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CONVOYER.

September 19th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My brother Dan is one of the most quietly brilliant, thoughtful people I know. He’s a Veteran, but he’d never tell you. You think he’s ignoring you and texting on his phone, but actually, he’s just casually and quietly launching his own business. Last year, Dan had the pleasure (PLEASURE!) of driving my Grandma and Grandpa –who has a very specific kind of Alzheimer’s in which RAGE ONLY EMERGES WHEN HE’S BEING DRIVEN BY SOMEONE ELSE — from Virginia home to Maryland. And it gave him the idea for company that provides Veterans as travel escorts for the elderly, or really anyone who needs extra assistance getting from A to B.

The company, Convoyer, is now live: http://getconvoyer.com. Their mission states: Our company provides accompanied travel and mobility services by connecting discerning clientele with experienced military professionals. Our mission is to empower individuals and families to travel and create memories with confidence.

AND SO. Do you or a loved one have an upcoming trip that’s causing any sort of Logistical Worry? HIRE A VETERAN TO ACCOMPANY YOU | GET YOU A CONVOYER.

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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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DAD VIBES

May 25th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I wrote my next play, Public Servant, for many reasons, perhaps too many? Because don’t we change  as we live and so the play must change, as it Lives? But one of the main reasons was to humanize — not glorify, just humanize —  the Politician, not the US Senator, per se, but the local government Politician, specifically the County Commissioner, which my Dad served as for many years. It’s loosely based on  his early days in politics, the difficulties of raising a family while also working another job and also trying to run a county and please everyone (impossible.) The character is of course not fully my Dad, but inspired by. And so when I showed up yesterday, mid-tech, having had zero input on costumes, I WAS DELIGHTED TO FIND THIS:

I CAN FIND NO PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE BUT I SWEAR TO YOU MY DAD HAS WORN THIS EXACT OUTFIT. But just so we’re all clear, and just so we give respect and context where they are due, HE ALSO OFTENTIMES LOOKS LIKE THIS:

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Why to have Amazon

March 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

 

Maybe it was the tiniest bit hard being around my super fertile lady cousins a few weekends ago, I’m all nervous uterus and declining ovarian reserve, while they are all mom goddesses with flowing hair and regular ovulation. But thankfully for all of us, we all have miraculous senses of humor and openness and a desire to include each other in our lives, and other beautiful sentiments that justify WHY THIS TURKEY BASTER SHOWED UP AT MY HOUSE YESTERDAY, courtesy of my cousin Persie:

THANK YOU COUSINS. GRATEFUL THAT I / WE CAN LAUGH AT THIS.

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Who it’s For

March 6th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

HI DO YOU THINK I’M A PLAYWRIGHT WHO DOESN’T READ OR CARE ABOUT THEIR REVIEWS? HI, YOU’RE WRONG.  I read them with one eye open, one eye shut to the pain, the other hoping to learn something. I’ve never been a critical darling, I’m perhaps not cynical nor subversive enough,  so I wasn’t shocked to read the lukewarm reviews of Cake, tho I DON’T KNOW, I CAN GET DOWN WITH A LUKEWARM BATH, OR SOUP. But while in the past, I’ve felt devastated by bad reviews, emotionally hungover — this time, I actually feel kind of fine. Because this play is not for critics (hopefully no plays are FOR critics?) It is for these people:

A big reason I wrote this play was out of respect for my parents, their beliefs, even though a lot of them are different from my own. Last night, they joined me at opening, engaged with my ideas,  HEARD MY PLAY, AND SHOWED ME LOVE.   THAT IS WHO AND WHAT THIS WAS ALL FOR.

THIS COMMEMORATIVE APRON ALSO DOES NOT HURT.

 

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Beverly, Forever

February 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I relish / writhe in this life phase I’ll call ‘pre-kid aware,’ in which I don’t have kids yet but want them, and so think of all life things in terms of having or not having kids — one of the thing that’s struck me is that once I create a kid, I create a Person separate from myself, who then grows and forgets me, for at least a little while. That’s one of the great big sad and strange things about being a human — you have your own brain and your own will that sometimes carries you away from the people that made you. But somehow, on my Mom’s side of the family, our matriarch Beverly has stayed a focal point if not GODDESS for all of her granddaughters, no matter where we are at in our lives. And so, when we were asked if we could make it to Maryland to surprise our Grandma for her 90th birthday, naturally we all said yes, and the result was THIS FACE, WHICH WAS WORTH A THOUSAND PLANE TICKETS, WHICH WAS THANKFULLY NOT ACCOMPANIED BY A HEART ATTACK:

Literally every granddaughter, daughter, and daughter in law made her way to Beverly’s surprise tea, except for two who are out of the country. She cried, we cried, we heard stories from church friends about how she could talk to a lamppost, how she opened her house to everyone and anyone, then we all went to said house, gathered around her like she was a Queen and listened to her regale her tales from a life as a young Flight Attendant, when we were all just dust.

I marveled at the individual attention she always gave and continues to give to each of us.  I think that’s her greatest trick, her greatest gift. I know I’ve made hundreds of grandchildren, Bekah, but right now, it’s just you and me. 

Beverly, Forever.

 

 

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