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

THIS IS BLESSINGS

December 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

“Why me,  Lord? What have ever done to deserve even one of the blessings I’ve known? Why me Lord? What did I ever do that was worth love from you and the kindness you’ve shown?”

- Merle Haggard by way of Johnny Cash by way of Kris Kristofferson

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SUN’S OUT HAM’S OUT

December 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

ATTN: HONEY BAKED HAM COMPANY:

I AM AVAIL FOR THE WRITING OF ALL OF YOUR COPY FOR MARKETING AND ADVERTISING

BASICALLY I’M JUST READY WHEN YOU ARE

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Resilience.

December 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Soemtimes, your friends are strangers who let you live at their house who then became friends, and sometimes, they are goats. I spent some time last summer in Ojai for the Ojai playwright’s conference. Local families adopt and house playwrights for the few weeks while they develop their plays, and I hit the jackpot with mine. The Sengstakens gave me a temporary home on their ranch, complete with lucky chickens and horses and sunsets and wine and GOATS, namely Jacob, a dog-like friend who asked me each morning how my play was going, but you know, with his  eyes.

A few days ago, when the Thomas fire threatened their home the family had to flee,  south to Oxnard. They brought Jacob with them.

IS THIS NOT THE VERY PICTURE OF OPTIMISM, OF FRIENDSHIP, OF RESILIENCE? I know I’m still only five years into my So Cal life, but I am starting to feel its calm, its resolve. Burning world? Meh. It’s just things.  Grab what you love that fits in your car. Deep breath, smile. Drive to beach.

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How not to talk to anxious people

December 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

First thing this morning:

Morrison (looking at his phone:) The fire pit is on it’s way.

Me: WHAT?! THE FIRE IS COMING HERE NOW?! WHAT DO WE DO, DO WE RUN?! WHERE ARE THE HEIRLOOMS, I’LL GRAB MY COMPUTER, WHERE IS CRACKER

Morrison:….The fire pit. That we ordered for the backyard. Is on it’s way. In the mail.

Me: GREAT. LET’S NEVER USE IT.

(Mine own ridiculous anxiety aside, these fires are not a joke. We are fortunate that they are currently burning far from us, on the other side of town, but we live in a fire zone, which is to say So Cal during a drought and high Santa Ana winds. We are so lucky right now, but we may not always be. Thinking of everyone that’s been affected this week, and praying for the strength, foresight and resolve to get through it if it ever does happen to us.)

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Re: the end of days

December 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

TRUMP RECOGNIZES JERUSALEM AS THE CAPITAL OF ISRAEL STOP

YET ANOTHER SIGNIFIER OF THE COMING OF THE END OF DAYS, AS PREDICTED BY THE BOOK OF REVELATION STOP

ALSO THESE ICE CREAM BARS MADE OF GUMMY BEARS ARE CLEARLY ALSO A SIGN STOP

NO REALLY LET’S ALL JUST STOP

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trickle down bekahnomics

December 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A math problem:

Q. Bekah has five forty minute lunch breaks each week to  read about and try and understand the madness that is the proposed tax bill. Since Bekah is a slow and easily distracted reader who cannot get through a paragraph of an article without having a memory or a future thought or wondering if there might be a play about it, Bekah can read 1.5 articles per lunch break. How many lunch breaks spent reading about taxes will it take for Bekah to REALIZE THAT SHE HAS IN FACT OVERPAID THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS ON HER OWN PROPERTY TAXES?

A. ONE. THIS PARTICULAR LUNCH BREAK RIGHT NOW.

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WHO EVEN ARE WE

November 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A myriad of thank you’s to Morrison’s parents for sending us this epic and beautiful floral and succulent display that makes me feel like I’m royalty and I live in a Spa in a Castle on a Mountain and that I never buy my household items from Target (EXCEPT FOR YESTERDAY, AND EVERY OTHER TIME I’VE BOUGHT HOUSEHOLD ITEMS)

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COFFEE = TRUTH

November 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I spend the whole morning feeling like an open wound,  like everything stings and everything that doesn’t sting is completely falling apart and like nothing is safe and all tasks are undoable, but then I realize that I am in fact NOT having a profound life moment, I JUST HAD TOO MANY COFFEES. But also maybe it’s not just over-caffeination. MAYBE COFFEE WAS PUT ON EARTH TO TELL US THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR  LIVES THAT WE CANNOT BRING OURSELVES TO KNOW? SINCERELY, FOUR CUPS

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Ballistically speaking

November 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

North Korea just launched another ballistic missile, which naturally made me wonder, what exactly is a ballistic missile? Is it a crawl into the nearest sewer for safety kind of missile or a carry about your small and fragile life kind of missile? According to wikipedia, it is a ‘missile that is launched ballistically.’ OH OKAY GOT IT WIKI THANKS FOR THE WORDS NOW DO I CRAWL SCREAMING INTO THE SEWER OR NO

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WHABAM!

November 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

YET ANOTHER STELLAR CAKE SET IN THE BOOKS, this time with cakes that glow like game show choices! I just adore it.  This beaut’s currently up at the Warehouse in Greenville, SC.  I just want to be there and watch him whisper to her, Think those cakes are real? and she says SHHHH Jeff be quiet the play is happening and then Jeff goes I KNOW I SAID I WOULD COME TO THE PLAY WITH YOU, I DIDN’T SAY I WOULD BE QUIET THE WHOLE TIME and she gets really tight and then softly goes, this is why we don’t make love anymore

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