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


January 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Slept til 11 and spending the day on the couch surrounded by leftover Christmas candy, because this year, I resolve to give myself a break, and allow myself to just Be (on couch / surrounded by candy), and also because tequila and jet lag had an angry baby that now lives in my head.

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Best of 2016.

December 31st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

There’s a thing going around instagram, Best 9, in which people post a grid of their best nine pictures from 2016, summing up a year in their lives. Whenever everyone is doing something it kind of makes me not want to do it, as I am no sheep,  by which I mean BAAAAAAAA I’LL JUST DO IT HERE INSTEAD but with 24 pictures because I LIVE MY OWN LIFE (IN GRIDS.) And so with no further ado, it has been a magnificent year! I:

Ate that chicken pot pie in a blizzard, wrote for American Gods, had a beautiful production of my Heaven play at South Coast Rep, found the perfect overalls and wore them approximately 170 times, washed them about 3 times, took a surfing lesson with Elizabeth, had a Dewey’s pink lemonade cake to call my own at my Easter pot luck thanks to my Mom, ran a 5K with a little girl Monet who ate gummy savers the whole way thanks to Blaine, celebrated 2 years with Mo at Red Lobster,  patroned Ru Paul’s drag con, got after that no speaking above a whisper resort life in Joshua Tree, spent some time writing at Space on Ryder farm in upstate New York, went to Carrie’s Beyonce themed beybe shower (then later welcomed and met her dear little Sebastian who I am now calling Bash / 2017 let’s see if we can get that going), and then also:

Had the most perfect of bridal showers complete with hats and tiny sandwiches, spun for 3 hours in YAS-a-thon for cancer research, made Ina Garten’s flag cake, welcomed little nephew Mojo, worked on The Cake at the Alliance, Echo and Ojai, did Vegas so hard bachelorette style, tried on a bunch of white dresses / picked one had a bunch dress fittings / obsessed over its details and its accessories namely did I ever mentioned that Ferris Bueller cropped leather coat? / GOT MARRIED / cast my vote for a woman president for the first time, attended Blaine and Jason’s non baby shower baby shower, read Vivian Howard’s incredible cookbook, and started writing for This is Us. And so, a great many things.

Last week I started to have dreams that I was left out of something creative, being mocked for output or performance. Personal favorite:  I dreamt I had to  play a drunk dog onstage and the reviews were terrible (this dream brought to you by the first night in Hong Kong, surrounded by every stimulus possible.)  I think the dreams  stem from a feeling that I haven’t accomplished enough creatively this year, like I haven’t dug enough into my own heart / brain. I’ve been working, yes, but I feel, in general, sort of uninspired, like the questioning part of my brain has been numbed. It’s most likely because the majority of all extra time and emotional brainspace I had went to wedding planning. And so, I will forgive myself, hope that 2017 brings characters / moments / stories / questions, big new ideas, but ALSO, more cakes / adult onesies / trips / love, FOR BALANCE.

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re: how to admit and sell failure

December 11th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I finally agreed to let Morrison sell the keyboard that has been just sitting there untouched for a year, after my failure to re-learn it last fall. I mean, it’s one thing to admit failure, which I did, but it is yet another to have the failure constantly staring you in the face and also taking up valuable wall space in our cozy whimsical cottage shared by two giants who btw cannot play the piano. And so, as any kind and gentle giant partner would, he saved me from my despair. His craigslist Ad is PRICELESS and also COMPLETELY THE TRUTH.

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December 5th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I mean I imagine life becomes richer / deeper / fuller and you grow in patience and selflessness but then also mostly you get to eat their fruit snacks. Weird that I already can’t wait for that?  Giant-femured Kid: Mom, where’d all the fruit snacks go? Me: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

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November 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Growing  increasingly excited to head up to Portland this weekend for what appears to be a BIG AND BEAUTIFUL PRODUCTION of my play, the Oregon Trail, at Portland Center Stage.

Excited for actors and moments and rose garden and brunch but mostly just for the wagon. LOOK HOW REAL THE WAGON IS.


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the cake / fleurs / decorations / cakerations

October 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

GOOD AFTERNOON, and welcome back to the joyful spin cycle in my head! Today, the decor. When you wed beneath fall foliage, you really don’t need much, so we just went with some simple Decorative Wedding signs (lovingly crafted by Morrison’s awesome bro John and his wife, Jacy):

And then some simple basic everyday framed pictures of Cracker at every table.

We also put bowls of skittles at each table because skittles. Our florist is the kind of gal who simply picks mountain wild flowers the day before and brings them over, so that the whole thing seems like a beautiful coincidence. Here’s the main big guy that my Dad HAPPILY loaded on his truck when my Mom attempted to take it home and preserve it, and even more happily took it back off when it definitely didn’t fit:

As for the cake, I just so happen to have gone to high school with a phenomenal baker, Jessica. She made three beautiful chocolate pound cakes, one of which we ate with our hands the next day, another of which we will eat with our hands in one year:

New Years,  a few years back, Morrison and I spent an absurd amount of time dreaming up a cobbler truck business, with eight very specific flavors with very specific names.  And so, we also went the cobbler route at the reception. Jessica made these wondrous mini jars of rosemary blackberry and peach ginger cobbler:

Guests dumped the cobblers over vanilla ice cream, like the perfect kind that comes from a bucket. Special thanks to our other high school friend, Missy, for helping make the table look like PINTEREST COME TO LIFE THAT ALSO YOU CAN EAT.

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October 5th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter


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September 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just a few days ago,  in the shopping center down the street from my house, there was Not Starbucks. And now, THERE IS STARBUCKS:

It’s as if the store itself is shipped to its new home in large box, then opened by a person who yesterday ceased to be but today is a barista, and out comes cake pops and sacks of burnt beans and crate and barrel cake stands and green aprons and umbrellas and wall art, and it is assembled instantly, and you are pulled inside by your own curiosity, maybe this one is different, and inside is the hum of the walk in refrigerator, of normalcy, as if the place always has been, and never was Not.

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September 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter






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July 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

For reasons I do not fully understand, but am QUITE stoked about, Mamrie and I have been sent by a film company to Solvang for the weekend,  to develop a feature idea we got cookin. Solvang is a little town by Santa Barbara comprised mainly of Dutch Architecture / tiny horses / lavender farms/ assorted tastings. So far the movie idea is TINY HORSE WINE. But really, we’ve got something good up our sleeves, but also really, BLOOD ORANGE BALSAMIC VINEGAR / BLISS.

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