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


April 1st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter



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He Does / I Write

February 4th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Tiny giant  Marine officer man baby brother Tim sent us some pictures today of his morning commute. He’s currently on a massive ship, en route to Norway, with a bunch of amphibious sea to land vehicles:

It looks like a still from an epic TV show / movie / movie show  about the end of the world,  or perhaps just the world as it is, right Now. MEANWHILE, IN NORMAL MORNING WORLD: IN AN EPIC ATTEMPT TO REGAIN CONTROL OF MY PHYSICAL WORLD, I ORGANIZED MY DESKTOP KIND OF:

And it was my normal world version of moving an amphibious sea to land vehicle from one side of the planet to another. Because: those who cannot Do have little office pods and we sit and write stories about the end of the world or perhaps just right Now, clinging to the Doers we know for details of their Doings.

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October 7th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: OH NO!

Morrison: What?

Me: Weather forecast for Bald Head Island for bro’s wedding says thunderstorms.

Morrison: AWESOME!

Me: What?



Morrison: Right?

Me: Okay, actually yes.

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Rest easy in Fiddler’s Green

July 17th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I found out this morning that one of the Marines killed yesterday  — Gunny Sergeant Thomas Sullivan — served with my little brostetter  in Korea. Tim shared this picture above  of his buddy — he’s the festive marine slash snowman on the far right. Tim was gone over last Christmas, and it was tough, but he promised us over Skype  that he and his Marines were celebrating accordingly, apparently in MASSIVE SNOWMEN COSTUMES, which I am ENDLESSLY DELIGHTED BY. Isis and gun control and worry and fear and WHAT THE CRAP IS HAPPENING IN THIS COUNTRY aside — I’m moved by how Marines commemorate each other when they pass away. It is always an honorable death, no matter what. There’s no Why God Why, there is just acceptance, and a sort of peace. Tim shared some beautiful words about his bud, and wished him to Rest Easy in Fiddler’s Green — a mariner’s afterlife where there is unlimited drink and dance. It’s probably a special Marine thing that I’m not allowed to say, but hell. On behalf of my bros: Rest Easy, Thomas. Thank you for all that you did. I found these words for you:

At Fiddler’s Green, where seamen true
When here they’ve done their duty
The bowl of grog shall still renew
And pledge to love and beauty.

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May 18th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you are tired of me forming bad puns out of my last name you have COME TO THE WRONG PLACE.

Little Brostetter Dan graduated this weekend from UNC Chapel Hill (TAR!) with a double degree, a doublegree, in Business and Law. As if I could be even more proud / impressed, his special decorative jumprope marks the fact that he is also a Veteran.

He is off to NYC in July to start Businessing at a Business job, and then maybe also later, he will Law a little bit. I must say, he has always been the smartest, most rational of the kidstetters, somehow able to ace everything while barely trying.  Always with a clear focus and drive towards ‘be in charge; have boat; hang out.’ Dan, you’re gettin it. And I couldn’t be more proud.


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Marine stuff

April 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

As many times as Tim explains to me what exactly it is that he does in the Marines, what his position is, what his responsibilities are, I can never quite wrap my brain around it, the reality, the logistics. I admire it, I am proud of him for doing it, but I will never full get it. Our phone call this morning:

Me: Heyyyyyy brother, what’s new?

Tim: I’m back from Marine-ing, I’m now Marine-ing in a new place. Hold on, gotta send a Marine thing to another Marine.

Me: All good. How’s it going?

Tim: Pretty good, we’ve just been Marine-ing, getting ready to move out and Marine. No plans to Marine far away any time soon, but we’re shipping out to SoCal for Marine training in a few weeks, so.

Me: YOU’LL BE IN CALIFORNIA?! Can I come see you?!


Me: Why not?

Tim:….Because I’m going to be Marine-ing. The whole time.

Me: But maybe for just a minute we go to Disneyland.

Tim:….No. We have to Marine.

Me: Aw, c’mon, they won’t even let you leave like just a little bit?

Tim: No, we have to protect the country.

Me: …Boo.

Tim: This makes me not want to protect you.

Me: Yep! I get it.

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My Guided Tour.

February 26th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am loving Bro time with Dan, who is an excellent tour guide, who walks just as fast as me, if not faster. And To my JOY AND DELIGHT, it turns out that he is a most suitable museum guide, too. Not only did he slay a few semesters of Art History in college, so he actually knows things, his commentary is on point. He took me through the Prado today, which is elegantly crammed full of Spanish, German, French, and English art spanning centuries, El Greco and Rembrandt and Zurburan, Enfentas y Kings. Some favorite guidance from my tour guide:

All these girls have their cans out.

There’s a hermaphrodite. It’s a girl with a dick.

When I noted that a certain statue was missing a certain appendage: The dicks always fall off. I bet you can’t find one dick in here.

….I in fact could barely find any dicks.

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January 20th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I booked my ticket to go see tiny little baby brother Dan in Madrid next month! He’s studying law there for a semester, and I am going to join him for Paella, wandering, and really bad spanish. When I did my European solo vision quest, at the ripe of age of 22*, I skipped Spain, so I am so stoked that I  finally get to go, and also that I get some sister y brother time with Dan.  Estoy muy emocionado! Me encanta el traductor de google!  Donde seta el pescado?

* THAT WAS TEN YEARS AGO. Had my life taken a different path, I could have, like, A TEN YEAR OLD CHILD right now. What I have instead:

– a very nice set of pastel knives

– a wafflemaker

– nice slippers

– a watering can

– a ticket to Spain

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six years ago, today

December 9th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I was heading into Play Group at Ars Nova when my phone rang and it was my Home and I immediately knew something was wrong. At that point both little brostetters were deployed, and I’d had a couple of strange dreams recently about little brostetter Tim, in particular. Tim and I shared a room growing up, and even then, with him sleeping on the bunk below me, I used to have this recurring dream that he was being chased, or in danger, or that he was missing, have I already shared this? I have probably already shared this. Point being, I weirdly just knew.

Me: Hiwhat’sWrong?

A pause that lasted approximately ninety seven years.

Dad: Tim’s been shot.

Then, a pause that lasted approximately one hundred and ninety seven million years.

Dad: …But he’s going to be okay.


Once assured that he was fine, and was being taken the hospital, and that Dan was flying in from AfghanisDAN and meeting him there, once general fears were allayed, I went into Ars, where I saw my at that point fairly newish friend and other playwright, Dylan, and then I immediately burst into tears and he hugged me, basically cementing our friendship forever.

This is just a tiny, fairly undramatic slice of a memory. No one died, everyone is alive and well. But I will never. Never. Ever ever ever ever forget it, because for the tiniest of seconds, I thought I’d lost Tim, and I will never stop being grateful, every stinking day, that he is still here.

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actual thanks

December 1st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

To these Marines, pictured here at their Thanksgiving dinner, for protecting our right to stuff ourselves stupid /  buy things /  hang out, and an EXTRA SPECIAL THANKS to little brother Tim’s trash stache. WELL PLAYED, TIMOTE.

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