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

french women don’t get fat (?)

November 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I found this book on the floor of Mack’s car, and like most things found in friend’s cars I decided to MAKE IT MINE.  Apparently when she was in high school this was THE diet book, which is to say, when you go to high school in LA, there is more than one diet book. I don’t think diet books were a thing in NC high school, like at all.  It was more like, INTERMITTENTLY CONSUME AS MANY CLOVE CIGARETTES AND WENDY’S FRIED CHICKEN SANDWICHES AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. But I’m giving this one a read in my adult life. The charming french writer, who also runs Veuve Cliquot Champagne, claims that American women get and stay fat because they eat standing up, exercise manically without intention, and deny themselves their pleasures so aggressively that they end up face deep in a bowl of cake batter. French women, comparably, indulge their pleasures, never over do it, don’t work out, but instead walk and take in the world, eat bread and cheese and wine mindfully. American women talk and think obsessively about weight loss, while French women have more brain space and conversation space to actually engage in ideas OKAY WE GET IT, THE FRENCH, YOU’RE BETTER THAN US. But  as much as I want to deep fry this woman and dip her in ranch as she tells me about her whimsical childhood filled with loose teas and baguettes, I do think there’s value to her theory. A lot. I want more space in my brain. I want mornings gazing out the window and bread with dinner. I want pleasure and pinot noir and tiny pats of butter. JE VEUX ETRE FRANCAIS. Or Frances. I would also settle for just being Frances.

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November 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter



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miss a moment / make a moment

November 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Next year, my parents will have been married for 40 years. (From what I can surmise from their relationship, the keys to a long lasting marriage are patience, communication and two televisions.) My uncle David was supposed to sing a song at their wedding, but wasn’t able to make it. And so last night, fireside, some 39 years later, he made it up to them, and then some. The lesson here?  Don’t beat yourself up over missed moments,  because you can always make up for it later, organically even,  when the time is right. OTHER LESSON, WHEN OUTSIDE AT NIGHT IN NEAR WINTER TIME IN VIRGINIA, WEAR ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU BROUGHT, AND PERHAPS EVEN MORE CLOTHING. COVER YOURSELF IN ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU CAN FIND; ENJOY.

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November 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I’m sure all five of you noticed, my blog was non-existent yesterday for some reason, and so for maybe the third time in ten years, I couldn’t tell you what kind of gummy bear I was eating or what I was worried about. THANK GOD IT’S BACK UP TODAY, so I can tell you how grateful I am for these particular turkeys:

My Dad, who has just acquired his dream retirement home and life on Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia:

And my niece nugget Olivia, who mostly enjoys making faces at herself in the mirror.


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November 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just yesterday, I fretted that I didn’t so much have any new ideas to work on. But the thing with new inspiration is, IT IS A PANTHER IN THE NIGHT. You needn’t find it, it will find you. Today, I unpacked a box my mom sent me, a  bunch of my old pictures / journals / books,  and happened upon my next two projects. They  have just been lying in wait for me to return to them for some 25 years. COMING SOON:

Santa Wants a Daughter

Sylvie and the Homeless

Are they children’s plays? Are they Lifetime movies? Are they Freeform series? ARE THEY FUNNY OR DIE SHORTS? WHO EVEN KNOWS OR CARES, THEY WRITE THEMSELVES

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Home is where your socks and cat and vodka are

November 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

So maybe during this week of transitioning into a new home, I also have an episode in production which means 14 hour days, but at the end of each one, I get to go Home to the essentials.

Not pictured: Husband; ALSO ESSENTIAL.

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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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Rosemary Nuts

November 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, I happened upon a jar of Rosemary Nuts, and now I can’t stop wondering who she is. Is she an aspiring stand up comedian who lives in a spare bedroom in North Hollywood with a couple she met on craigslist? Does she only ever eat scrambled eggs?  Is she an amateur astronomer? Is she the only woman left in the world who cuts coupons out of the Sunday paper? Does she have a past checkered with parking violations and sinus infections? DOES SHE MAKE HER OWN PUPPETS? IS SHE MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME NEXT YEAR? OH  WHO CARES WHAT SHE IS SHE’S DELICIOUS

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FALL 2017

November 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

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detox tea, or how I met my intestines

November 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am truly ashamed that I had to learn this the hard way, but turns out, the skinny people on instagram are simply HOLDING the cleansing teas, and probably not actually using them. I tried a detox tea friday night, and what followed, and what continues to follow, is ME GREETING EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER CONSUMED OVER THE LAST EIGHT YEARS OF MY LIFE, NOT JUST FOOD BUT ALSO FEELINGS AND IDEAS,  AS THEY EXIT ALL PARTS OF MY BODY. Last night it left me vulnerable, weak,  sobbing at a Huggie’s Newborn commercial. While I’d love to report that I woke up today with a Bikini Body, I mostly woke up today with hot rocks somehow buried deep in my back, and a regret so steeped in self consciousness I might have to do another cleanse just to get rid of it JK NEVER CLEANSE AGAIN

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