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

How I broke my Face

January 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I spent most of yesterday grinning like an overjoyed idiot. It was one of the best days in recent memory, and lets remember that I have both  BEEN MARRIED AND BEEN ON A HONEYMOON AND ALSO TO GOLDEN GLOBES recently, so that’s saying a whole lot. (Also, obviously, all of those things were also pretty great.) First, I got to meet and hold my brand new perfect beautiful niece Ruby, and be her mattress for a while:

And also spend some time hanging with Blaine and Jason, learning the bitter truth about what happens to ones lady parts when one gives birth, which in its own way, was quite joyous, as nobody describes crazy things better than Blaine Barbee. As if that wasn’t enough, I then hit the road with Julien to Kinston, NC, and dined at Chef and the Farmer, Chef Vivian Howard’s farm to table restaurant that I have been clinically obsessed with for months:

We stuffed ourselves silly with grits and turnip greens and collards and pork rinds and country ham and dirty peanut rice and guinea pot pie and rutabagas and apple moonshine cocktails and other things I can’t remember, as we ordered EIGHT THINGS. PS JULIEN ALSO BROKE HER FACE.


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Lights! Camera! Action!

January 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of my favorite things about Thailand was Gae, our guide for the bike tour / cave hike. We’d been in Thailand for about four days at that point, and all the Thai people we encountered spoke little to no English. Enter Gae, married to an American, nearly fluent in English, with a LIMITLESS AND INFECTIOUS ENERGY, SOMEHOW NEVER SWEATY, and lastly, with a deep love of selfies:

I was able to ask her all the questions that had been accumulating in my mind about everything from Thailand’s monks to the Burmese people to how Shrimp happen. In turn, she kept taking pictures of us like we were famous people. HEY LOVE BIRDS! GO OVER THERE! SIT THERE, IN LOVE! She’d say, and point her phone at us. LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!

Once satisfied: OKAY, WE GOT IT!

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if flowers stopped time

August 19th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to my sweet sister Carrie, who now has a BABY, which is tangible evidence of years passing and thing changing, so much so that time is a now dull ache in my heart instead of a thrill that jolts through it. MISS AND LOVE, SISTER.

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Wonderful people.

March 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

ABC Family, or Freeform as they are now calling themselves, announced a few days back that this season of Switched at Birth, Season 5, will be the last. The blunt / tough / biz way to put this is, of course, is, SHOW CANCELLED. But really, it’s sort of a beautiful end of an era. The show is coming to an end, yes, but not before it reached 103 episodes, which is a rare accomplishment for a show, especially one featuring deaf and hard of hearing characters. I MEAN. I moved on from Switched months ago, but the more time that passes, the more I realize how unbelievably special the whole experience was. I don’t think I will ever work with better people, or in a more loving environment. I just might spend the rest of my career chasing or trying to recreate it. Maybe I will even try and recreate myself with my own show. Lizzy says it feels like college graduation,  and I couldn’t agree more. The whole thing did feel like college. There was learning. There were snacks. There are now lifelong friends. There was a regular walk up and down a moderately sloped hill. There was pride. There was comradery. And I very much already can’t wait for the reunion.

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a dream is a wish your heart makes

February 22nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt that the entire world was made of butterscotch chips. You were made of butterscotch chips. I was made of butterscotch chips. We sat down in chairs made of butterscotch chips, ordered meatballs made of butterscotch chips, bit deep down into them, found more butterscotch. Our chairs began to melt so we sank our teeth into them. A person made of butterscotch passed by. There’s literally no point to butterscotch, person said. It has no nutritional value. The person disappeared. We turned back to face each other. We divided the table into halves, and kept eating. Our teeth swelled in our mouths like balloons. We kept eating.

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January 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Cracker and I have slowly weaved our way into each other’s hearts, so much now that all we do is sit around affectionately pawing each others heads and wearing each other as hats.

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December 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night we threw our tiny gingerbread house / engagement party because naturally, any real engagement party should involve frosting and miniatures. As we suspected might occur, our friends THREW DOWN AT THE CRAFT TABLE LIKE CHILD CAKE BOSSES.

I saw focus, I saw ingenuity,  determination,  risks taken, I saw my friend’s son decorate  a celery stick and also eat it.

Some favorite not at all staged scenes:

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Writegirl FTW.

November 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

The inevitable sadness of today was shaken and restructured and slapped silly by my first workshop with Writegirl. It’s an organization that matches writer girls with writer gals, teens with professionals, for a myriad of writing workshops —  everything from memoir to songwriting — with panel discussions with experts, exercises and free writing.  GOES BACK IN TIME, MAKES SELF DO THIS AT YOUNG AGE. Not only do I get an awesome new writer buddy who I get to guide through the muck of voice-finding, but I get the benefit of the workshops, too. Genius.  My favorite part: each session contains  SOAPBOX TIME! Where they literally just put a soapbox and a bullhorn onstage, and girls can come up and rant about whatever they want for 30 seconds and it was the best thing I have seen on or off TV in perhaps ever.

Today’s topic was journalism, and the irony was not lost on anyone. As the founder said as she welcomed us: ‘Today is a great day to tell the truth.’ It’s hard to know how to feel or what to do on days like these, other than fear / worry / aching / terror. It’s things like Writegirl that remind us that we are people with future and singular opinions and thoughts. We have all of the time and we can savor and use each second. We are here, until we are not.

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Hey Elli: You’re Great.

October 15th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Cousin Elli — who works in Child Protection for the FBI, so is an FBI agent? Yes? Is that how it works? —  texted last night with an apology for missing Pete’s wedding, and it was perhaps one of the most baller excuses I’ve seen.  She was, you know, rescuing children from an underground prostitution ring, like you do.

Never again will I say ‘sorry I was not at your thing, I tried to make it’ or ‘I needed a night in’ or ‘I had to get my romper hemmed’ or ‘I really needed to connect with my crockpot’ or ‘I didn’t want to go because I don’t really like you and I feel like our friendship is based upon mirrors and lies.’ ELLI WINS ALL OF THE EXCUSES FOR THE REST OF FOREVER. Thank you cousin for doing what you doooooo!

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August 20th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sister Carrie turned 32 yesterday, so she flew to LA for 24 hours to stay with her hubs at the Roosevelt hotel,  where we plopped poolside and drank Rose for 5 hours with the Russian tourists then ate an ungodly amount of Mexican food to the point of sickness because I MEAN WHY WOULD YOU NOT.

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