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

Dust

November 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We can’t quite sleep in our new place yet, as it’s still quite covered in dust from the ongoing renovations, and I’m allergic to dust, so we gladly spent the night in a vaguely European hotel in Glendale where I’m pretty sure amateur porn producers house new girls when the fly in from Tampa. All of this to say, I am allergic to dust.  Reflecting on it now, is that not the lamest allergy there ever was? And isn’t EVERYONE allergic to dust? Isn’t it just like being allergic to clouds or periods at the end of sentences? I’ve known it since I went to the allergist when I was ten-ish and the doctor walked in on my putting my shirt back on. I learned three things that day: shame,  that my dust allergy was mild but persistent, and that I am BASICALLY THE MOST BASIC PERSON THAT HAS EVER LIVED.

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feelings re: moving

November 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are MOVING THIS WEEKEND! Please let this picture stand for my feelings surrounding it.

I’m really excited about and grateful for the giant pizza, but also I’m little sad to leave my home of four years, my whimsical dwarf cottage, my first On My Own home, where I at first had nothing but my books shipped from brooklyn and some forks my friend gave me, where big and small things happened, where I was alone until I welcomed someone In. I’m also just in general overwhelmed by the size and scope of both the physical move, and also the life moment OH  JUST EAT THE PIZZA, BRUNSTETTER.

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prom / prom

October 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on sacred things found while packing:

What I was probably supposed to look like at my senior prom:

What I actually looked like:

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GEMS.

October 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As luck would have it, we made it through an ENTIRE YEAR OF MARRIAGE. We are even strongly considering the possibility of, you know, continuing it forever, as it has been rewarding, character building, wonderful, mysterious, hilarious, strange, and perhaps the best thing I have  ever done. We are spending today reflecting back on the wedding and going back through the pictures, remembering all of the small but momentous parts of day.  I think when you first get your wedding pictures you are overwhelmed by the All of them, because looking at them today, I feel like I barely even looked at them when I first went through. And so I share some of  my new favorites with you:  each a tiny, specific life moment. I’m not even going to ramble about what they are, about what they mean. I’m just going to let them speak for themselves, as pictures do.

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I used to be fun

August 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Three years ago this week, I was gallivanting around Iceland,  hiking various glaciers and swimming in various lagoons. This week, in checking Lowes.com everyday to see if their Labor Day sale as started so we can buy a fridge and a dishwasher. I’m not mad the change, tho. Given that last night we legit spent happy hour deep in the world of kitchen faucets, I think that THIS IS NOW MY IDEA OF FUN.

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where I go

July 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The last week has been VERY NERVE-WRACKING as we approach the final phases of home ownership, which PS, is something like riding a roller coaster made of documents and financial worry and broken printers, and you are only partially strapped in to your seat on this roller coaster, so every time you round a corner, you smack your forehead against the bar that is meant to protect you, then maybe you puke. But this remarkable thing has been happening in my head during this stressful time. When I get overwhelmed, my brain keeps taking me here:

Morrison and I standing in a massive and beautiful and humbling cave in Thailand, on our honeymoon in December, Christmas eve, drowning in our own sweat and a very specific joy that comes from being the farthest you’ve been from home, with the person you love the most. It was honestly one of the best days of my life. I want to believe our brains trap and hold images like this to soothe us when we start to break. Remember this?  Go here. Stay there for a minute. Better now? Okay, good. Back to your life.

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miss Bday BeerBQ Barbee

July 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to my soul sister, Blaine. I really hate facebook sometimes because it makes me feel at once like the world is awful and also that I’m not cool enough to be in it, but then I love facebook because it holds this moment for me:

Blaine drinking a beer in London when we were in town for other soul sister Carrie’s wedding. Miss BBQ, a bday wish: may you always drink your beer and burp it up beautifully, as you once did, as you have always done, as you do now while holding your baby, as you will do well  into the future as  your daughter gets big enough to sit next to you,  hopefully with me on your other side.

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dead mall

April 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most kids who grow up in the suburbs, when I was a kid,  I fetishized the mall, like just so deeply and badly needed to get a ride there so I could get my cartilage pierced at Claires or eat a cookie the size of my face or just walk through racks of low-rise pants that didn’t fit me. It’s not my favorite thing about myself, but I am somehow calmed by rows and shelves of Things, organized neatly by color and size. Since I fixated on Malls so much when I was young, I am really disturbed by the fact that they are now dying, so much so that there is now a term for the abandoned or nearly abandoned spaces, ‘dead mall.’ There’s even a term for the abandoned large hub of the mall, the JCPenney’s or Dillards or Sears: that gaping pit emptiness is called a ‘ghostbox.’ There needs to be a word for what I’m feeling — this sense that I am inside of slowly changing world — a world that is moving so fast I barely notice the changes — but every now and then, when I pause, I glimpse the change and it makes my skin buzz and my stomach sink. What is this feeling? Futuresense? Changefeel? DEADMALL?

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AUTHENTIC EXPERIENCE

March 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Morrison and I in fact live just down the road from Thaitown, Los Angeles, which features a Thai Plaza filled with restaurants and bakeries and everything you might want to suspend your disbelief and convince yourself that you are not in your life, but actually still on your honeymoon. In said plaza, newlyweds can order deep fried whole fishes and those weird little pancakes with marshmallow and corn and Chang declare to no one, ‘this is almost as good as when we were in Thailand but slightly not as good because right now we are not in Thailand but actually just in a strip mall’ and also ‘PS WE WENT TO THAILAND.’

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Does it matter?

March 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I was in my 20s, I split my time between posing with accordions I couldn’t play, and writing plays that mattered to Me and mostly just Me. At that point in my writer life, all that mattered to me was that I was writing honestly. I never stopped to ask myself, does this play matter to anyone but myself? I think there’s something kind of beneficial about these sort of blinders that come with being a writer in your 20s in Brooklyn when there’s a lot of vintage couches to sit on. If you’re only worried about your own truth, and you get after that truth — chances are, you won’t end up writing something that is super didactic or clearly stretching beyond the limitations of your own intellect or life experience. But now I’m in my mid-30s and I split my time between fantasizing about real estate,  googling Piriformis stretches and taking in the world, mostly in the form of click bait articles.  And when it comes to playwriting, I can’t even start to wonder about a play without asking myself, does it matter? Is the play even asking a question that needs to be asked, in terms of what’s happening in the world? Of course there’s a part of me that’s glad that I am perhaps slightly less self involved than I once was — but there’s another part of me that longs for that purity of creative process, when all that mattered to me was, Does it keep you up at night? Do you wake up thinking about it? Then write it, and write it now.

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