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

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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My lady

May 31st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to the luminous, adventurous lil miss Charlotte St. Julien Patton, my childhood friend and travel buddy. This summer, we will be taking our propensity to drink rum before noon and perch on volcano jungle floors to Vancouver. CANADA WATCH OUT!

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July 31st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter


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Four Score and some other time units ago….

January 21st, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Obama’s first inauguration, I was working a day job with the loveliest coworkers perhaps ever. Since we liked each other, and also liked witnessing history, and wouldn’t kick day drinking outta bed,  we headed to the bar beneath our office to watch. Here’s some proof.

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Oh smack!

January 31st, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I just remembered these! Remember when you used to have to make and bring in valentines for your entire class and you bought them by the box and stuck candy in them and dropped them in people’s cubbies or previously arranged valentine receptacle? I used to love that. I loved the ceremony and the handwriting and obsessing over which kind to give and including secret messages. Can we all agree to give these to each other, as adults?

I think we should.

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December 5th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am quite proud of this cake I made for Sarah’s Bday (clearly.) Recent cakes have been shoddy or haphazard and made me feel like I did NOT listen to my mother when she taught me how to ice, but THIS guy is the Barefoot contessa’s chocolate buttercream cake made with fresh buttermilk, coffee, dark chocolate and orange liqueur. Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks. We will find out tonight at the 3rd annual A Fancy Christmas Party (Jews Welcome)!

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Oh. Man.

October 11th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

For those of you NOT on Facebook (which no longer includes my Mom as I set her up yesterday. Hiiiiii Mom) and have yet to see 1100 pictures of my HS reunion, here’s the briefest of recaps. Above are my souvenirs,

then here’s a priceless picture of myself with Claire Thomas (who was not the nicest to me in my youth, but is now super sweet) and Blake (who spent all of his time in the courtyard talking to no one and wearing skirts and playing guitar and writing poems and I loved him for it)

and – finally – my favorite person from high school ever – my weekend plus one.

I’m really really really glad I went. I have pages of material, memories, and a koozie.

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my terrible children

November 1st, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter


Last night, I explored a scary potential future version of my Self, as an angry Soccer Mom, or: Kate Gosselin, thanks to my generic  ‘Eight is Enough’ wig. I demanded that children finish their beers! Make their beds! Keep their elbows off the table!

But, it being Halloween and all, my kids were very, very bad.

Dylan, as Rocky 3?, insisted upon doing unfortunate things with his Mr. T doll.


William, as that guy from the Cure, would not stop being angsty and emotional, and Emily, as a tamale, refused to stop being Hot.


Colonel Sanders would not play nicely with Others.


Led Zepplin refused to lay off the whiskey and hold still for the camera.


And Steve insisted upon indoor gymnastics, over and over.


Mom resorted to face-biting to regain control.


That’s what Moms do. Right?

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