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

Both sides, Now

February 19th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I 100% think that it is far too easy to get guns in this country and that background checks need to be more rigorous and SERIOUSLY WHY IS NOTHING CHANGING. I ALSO know that the media coverage of all of the shootings isn’t helping, only feeding the beast, and the fact that a day after the Florida shooting I practically knew what the shooter ate for lunch, the fact that I went online to Know him, is part of the problem. I am part of the problem. We should all read and re-read This Op-ed written by a father who lost his son in a shooting 25 years ago. He’s been campaigning against gun violence ever since, and after Wednesday’s shooting, he took to the state house in Boston to protest, like he’s done a hundred times before.

” Reporters asked me that day — they keep asking me — about how it feels. How does it feel, after all I’ve been through, to be standing there the day after all those people were killed in Florida?…..I have questions for the reporter. Do you think that what you are doing will stop what’s happening with guns in this country? Why are you so curious about my squishy emotional insides when they are clearly not part of the situation you are supposedly reporting? Surely you’re aware of the iconography of televised mass shooting reports. The fleeing victims, the hugging weepers, the shrouded corpses, the departing ambulance. There’s a form to it now. It’s drama. It’s entertainment. How does it feel to keep reporting mass shootings as you do?”

 

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this is Dance

February 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Say Bekah, what have you been doing with whatever resembles your free time? I’ve been spending most to all of it getting deep into the world of disability: its politics, its history, its beauty. A lot of reflecting back on times when I was a kid and encountered another kid with a disability and didn’t know how to act and so I avoided them, averted my eyes in the hallway, and a lot of shame circles about that. My next full length play is for Theater Breaking Through Barriers, an NYC company that works with both able bodied and disabled actors.  Through them, I e-met Simi Linton,  a leading activist and spokesperson for disability and the arts, and through her, I encountered her beautiful documentary Invitation to Dance and through It, I found the work of Axis Dance Company and my new obsession.

Just like Theater Breaking through Barriers, Axis uses both able bodied and disabled dancers ( amputees, wheelchair users, both power and manual, etc.)  They have basically completely redefined dance, developing what’s now called physically integrated dance.  They pull the focus off of the disability, and instead subtly highlight the fact that every body is different. Why does that have to be sad or weird? Instead,  isn’t it kind of UNBELIEVABLY BEAUTIFUL?

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THE BIRD!

February 17th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Presenting a new player on the ever expanding team Foster-Keddie roster:

Elizabeth ‘Birdie’ Lee Miller, born ON FREAKING VALENTINE’S DAY to Morrison’s sister Anne and her husband Michael.

JUST IN CASE THIS MESSAGE WAS NOT THOROUGHLY RECEIVED THE FIRST TIME, I REPEAT, A LITTLE NIECE NUGGET NAMED BIRDIE WAS BORN ON VALENTINE’S DAY. Put THAT in your drawer of stickers and bows. I love her already, and I already feel a little bad for every person she ever dates. Y’ALL BETTER BRING IT.

 

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from an admirer / critic?

February 15th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Somebody gift wrapped and left this lovely lady tool set in my office. I have a lot of questions, such as, who? And also, why? Is it in reference to an inside joke that I was never inside of? Is it a subtle suggestion that I should explore my masculine side, or I guess maybe my feminine side? Or is it more of a metaphor, that I Fix Things? Or a declaration of PLEASE FIX THINGS. Whatever and whoever, THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY FRILLY BUT SOMETIMES MASCULINE LEANING HEART.

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MARVELOUS HUMANS, ALL

February 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of openings to the Cast (and some Creative) of La Jolla Playhouse’s The Cake! From R to L: Aubrey Dollar as Jen, Miriam Hymann as Macy, Director Casey Stangl, mennonite girl on her Rumspringa daring to wear a fake leather jacket / playwright Bekah Brunstetter, Wayne Duvall as Tim, Faith Prince as Della, and on your farthest Left, Guy who Travelled from the Future to Deliver us a Message that we never Received because we were Taking Too Many Pictures.

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DAY DRINK

February 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I feel like a picture of a drink in a blog post

Trapped forever sideways

Because the writer cannot figure out how to alter the image

Because day drink

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WHO GON STOP ME NOW

February 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

SPENT AN OBSCENE AMOUNT OF TIME MAKING THESE MINI CHOCOLATE BUNDT CAKES WITH SALTED CARAMEL FROSTING FOR THE CAST AND CREW OF LA JOLLA CAKE FOR OPENING

THEN SPENT MORE TIME PROCURING MINI CAKE BOXES TO PUT THEM IN

NOW WHO GON STOP ME

WHO GON STOP ME HUH?

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Typical Argument

February 4th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m fortunate that Morrison and I really don’t fight very often. (Also I don’t know how we would even be married if either of us were throw-down dish-throwing fight folk, as that is quite opposite to both of our natures.) But of course we don’t always agree and sometimes hurt each other’s feelings and don’t listen to each other. When this happens, we try to carefully discuss it, each speaking our own frustration, and of course, sometimes it gets messy, but it tends to quickly end in forgiveness and agreement, a return to a loving status quo.  Like this morning:

Me: Oh, they used the picture of me in the overalls that you said I shouldn’t wear anymore.

Him: Well it’s just that overalls are over.

Me: What? No!

Him: They were over like two years ago.

Me: (carefully)…No, you’re wrong. Overalls are still a thing.

Him:….Okay.

Me: OVERALLS ARE NOT OVER!

Him:……..

Me: YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.

Him:…..Actually, I know a lot of things.

Me: …..You’re right, you do.

END OF ARGUMENT.

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my kinda bouquet

January 28th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

FRESH

SEASONAL

INHALABLE

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t’aint always easy

January 27th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Almost 14 years ago, I carefully glued all of my grad school rejection letters into a scrapbook, and amused myself by highlighting the word ‘regret’ in all of them. I think I sensed that someday, I might want to reflect back on them. My two favorites:

Reflection day is upon me. I am currently experiencing a lot of fortune with the Cake, like really more than a playwright could dream of or hope for (though honestly the bar is low, as having a play produced, in itself, is a miracle.) Meanwhile, I  somehow winded up working on a hit show that is managing to heal and to warm those that watch it (though, so did Switched at Birth, just on a smaller scale.) Reflecting on both of these career fortunes it’s easy to forget all of the Regret to inform You’s, but  I want to remember them and celebrate them, and I don’t know, maybe just a hair bit Gloat? So without further ado, I was rejected from: Columbia graduate Playwriting! NYU Graduate Playwriting! Yale Graduate Playwriting! Boston College MFA Playwriting! Post-grad school, I was rejected not once, not twice, but three times from Julliard, with nary even an interview, and I’ve been rejected by New Dramatists (an elite playwriting residency in NYC)  count ’em, 7 times! STILL STANDING, Y’ALL! WHAT DOESN’T ACCEPT US TO THEIR PROGRAM MAKES US WORK HARDER TO SHOW THEM WHAT.

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