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

classic Morrison move

October 13th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh nothing, just Morrison’s nephew Morrison bringing the heat with the same at once loving and unsettling eyes that his Uncle has, or as his mom aptly put it, ‘casually staring into your soul.’

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Cousinhood of the traveling overalls!

September 12th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

A few months ago, I happened upon these childrens’ overalls in a vintage store, and obviously I bought them because HOW COULD YOU NOT.

My idea: to send them to darling nephew Luke, in the hopes that when he grew out them, they would be passed to another cousin to wear, and then to another, and then to another, until all of the grown adult cousins sit around a bonfire someday, making fun of their lame parents, remembering how they once all were made to wear the same pair of overalls. I’M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE: IT BEGINS.

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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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the man, the myth, the baby

July 23rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Okay sure, one might say that a human baby is just like any other human baby who will grow into a full sized human, who smiles occasionally but it’s probably just gas and occasionally poses with his chin on his hand or throws side eye, who sleeps sometimes,  but really none of these things are all that remarkable, but one MAY NOT HAVE YET TO MEET MORRIS’S NEW NEPHEW MOJO WHO IS DESTINED FOR GREATNESS.

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Baby Ambassador.

June 26th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Anne calls Luke the baby ambassador, basically because he makes it seem like all babies spend 90% of their time giggling and gazing at you lovingly, and you know, never screaming ever at all. LUKE I CAN’T WAIT TO VISIT YOUR COUNTRY / IT BETTER NOT HAVE CHANGED.

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Superlatives.

May 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Everyone likes to profess that their baby is the cutest, the smartest, the baby-est, makes the best faces, is the actual picture of a baby from the dictionary, will live out its days charming the actual pants off of anyone he meets. But of course, all babies cannot be the cutest, because then there would be no such thing as most cute. So just to make things easier, let’s all just agree that MORRISON’S NEPHEW / MY SOON TO BE NEPHEW, LUKE, IS THE ACTUAL CUTEST BABY THAT HAS EVER BEEN BORN BY HUMANS.

THROUGHOUT THE HISTORY OF BABIES, HE IS BY FAR THE 100% BEST.

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BEARD BABY

March 1st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt of a baby with a full beard. Which of course sent me straight to google image search, and the results are just. Equal parts horror and intrigue.

They just.

I just can’t.

But then of course, I did.

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Stewards of the Earth

February 6th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, a wee sick sea lion pup somehow made her way into a fancy restaurant in La Jolla, where she promptly snuggled into a booth and fell asleep, in hopes of receiving some sympathy:

That is the actual face of a kid who needs sprite and soup and cartoons and a mom’s cold hand on her warm head. I just can’t with that face. She was severely dehydrated and hungry. Apparently El Nino’s warmer temperatures are causing a limited food supply. SHE JUST WANTS CAMPBELL’S CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP.

Thankfully, she is expected to make a full recovery, and to be released back into the ocean.

But THEN WHAT? WHAT OF HER THEN? I’m worried. What are we, stewards of the earth, meant to do? Should somebody do a kickstarter? Can I adopt her? Can she live in my tub? WHAT IS THE ANSWER?

If nothing else, HUG AN ANIMAL TODAY. UNLESS OF COURSE IT’S A SKUNK IN WHICH CASE RUN.

NO WAIT ACTUALLY HUG THE SKUNK.

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babies of instagram

August 4th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I know that I live in LA and sometimes I watch John Hamm eat ravioli but the REAL celebs in my life are my cousins’ babies. I follow them on instagram, I see them take their first steps / chew their first grapes. I pretend to know them even if we’ve never met. Today I got to real life meet Carson, cousin Ella’s squishy little man. I played it cool at first, but eventually attacked him / told him I was a big fan of his work /  asked him for his autograph / he said sure / grabbed my boob.

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we say these things

May 1st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I love all of the weird things we say, on the regular, without thinking about what we are actually saying. We are saying the words, but we mean something else — not the literal words, but an idea that the words conjure. Like I’m gonna butter him up, which is not to say, I’m going to have the person remove their clothing, and then I’m going to grab a stick of butter, and apply said butter all over the person. Or cat got your tongue? which is not to say, Oh, did your tongue somehow get removed from your mouth and find its way to the floor and then the cat found it and has taken it somewhere? But the best: don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater! which is surely not to say, hey, when you’re done washing your human child baby, and you’re trying to get rid of the water in which you bathed him, DO NOT ACCIDENTALLY THROW YOUR ALIVE HUMAN OFFSPRING BABY OUT THE WINDOW / INTO  THE TRASH.

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