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


September 23rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

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your mess

September 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I get stuck behind a garbage truck and I’m like wahhhhhhhh, I am stuck behind a garbage truck, garbage truck how DARE you, but then I remember: THE GARBAGE TRUCK IS REMOVING AND DISPOSING OF MY GARBAGE, MY ACTUAL HUMAN GARBAGE, and then I am suddenly 20% more patient, which lasts for half an Enya song AND THEN I REALLY JUST NEED THE TRUCK TO MOVE REGARDLESS OF ITS CONTENTS.

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September 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter




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June 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

My brothers and I are all two years apart. It makes it easy to know exactly how old they are, and also my own age, when I’m really stuck. As long as I remember how old one of them is, the rest of our ages, including my own, are a rudimentary math problem away. About 900 times through my teens and twenties, I thought to myself: one day, we will all be in our thirties, and that will be insane. It took forever to happen. Nearly 30 years, you might say. In fact, youngest brother Tim turned eight for ten consecutive years. But finally — TODAY, TIM IS 30, which means I am almost 34, which means Pete is 36, which means Dan is almost 32, which means WE ARE ALL IN OUR 30′s, which means we are definitely, 100% no longer children regardless of how much string cheese I still consume.  I would just like to go on record on behalf our parents and applaud each and every one of us for paying our own rent, making sensible fashion and life choices, and just being supremely good at getting older. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TINY TIM! WELCOME TO OUR DECADE!

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okay ladies now lets get in formation

May 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I LOVE THIS STORY. Cliff notes: those marvelous lady friends  above were out dining in Santa Monica, when one of them spotted a dude really actually take out a little black vial and slip drugs into his date’s wine glass while she was in the bathroom. For one: Dude, where you think you AT? LITTLE BLACK VIAL? FOR REALLY? AND THEN ALSO, JUST BLATANTLY IN PUBLIC? WHAT IS THIS, AN EARLY 90s EPISODE OF LAW AND ORDER SVU IF THAT SHOW WAS A THING THEN? Thankfully one of the friends went into the bathroom, alerted the woman, while the other gals alerted the manager, who then called the cops. Dude: arrested. Woman: unharmed. As for the three friends, their charlie’s angels picture went viral.  May they revel in their day in the internet sun!

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a dream is a wish your heart makes

February 22nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt that the entire world was made of butterscotch chips. You were made of butterscotch chips. I was made of butterscotch chips. We sat down in chairs made of butterscotch chips, ordered meatballs made of butterscotch chips, bit deep down into them, found more butterscotch. Our chairs began to melt so we sank our teeth into them. A person made of butterscotch passed by. There’s literally no point to butterscotch, person said. It has no nutritional value. The person disappeared. We turned back to face each other. We divided the table into halves, and kept eating. Our teeth swelled in our mouths like balloons. We kept eating.

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January 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on things of little consequence: for months, people have been texting me this little alien face:

Like over and over. To the point where I assigned meaning to it, something like OUT OF THIS WORLD! or YOU’RE WEIRD LIKE FROM ANOTHER PLANET! or LIFE IS STRANGE or THE ALIENS ARE COMING! depending on the context. For months, I never asked the texter what they meant by the little face snug next to confetti and or Santa. Then I met little brostetter Dan’s friend in NYC, Caitie, who is perhaps the coolest girl I have ever met, like she does IT / COMPUTER WORK FOR CHANEL. So when she texted it to me, I decided that this girl, of all people, could shed meaning. This girl knows everything.  I asked, and she said they had no idea what I was talking about. WHAT ALIEN FACE? I spent a few minutes fairly certain that I was losing my mind / that I had been selected by said Aliens as the one member of the human race who would guide them to domination, if they just earned my trust, carefully and through emojis. Caitie, being good with the internet, quickly discovered that it just meant I needed to update my Operating System (O.S., apparently) and so for months, people have been sending me all sorts of thumbs up and tiny pieces of pie and ethnic faces and I’ve just been convinced the whole time that Aliens are a thing that people are now using to express emotion. I would like to officially declare that I am old. I would also like to note that I STILL HAVE NOT UPDATED MY OPERATING SYSTEM / THAT SOUNDS HARD.

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the struggle is real(ly essential)

January 24th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, mid-blizzard, I had to get myself and luggage from the West Village to Midtown with no cabs / 2 feet of snow everywhere / snow banks high as four feet that are, shall we say, not conducive to rolley bags. It was a tiny adventure challenge, but a challenge adventure, nonetheless. Bro Dan offered to help but I refused it, because there is something psychotic in all of us who live or have lived in NYC: WE HEART THE STRUGGLE. It makes us feel strong and alive. I made my way up and down stairs and streets with the biggest stupidest grin on my face, remembering what is was like to have every day be an epic battle of sorts. I wonder if now, in LA, when I feel anxious and I don’t know why, I am sensing the lack of that struggle?  Does the struggle keep us balanced?

No one blinked at the lunatic girl lugging her stuff uptown in a blizzard. Everyone was just like: Yep. Me too, you brave lunatic. Me too.

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December 26th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter



- Morrison re: this wedding magazine

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November 15th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m sure I’m not the first person to make this link, but ISIS and its members are like bed bugs, primal and blood thirsty and unpredictable and Everywhere.  I had them forever ago in Brooklyn. They took a year and three stupidly expensive cleaning sessions to kill. I threw away my bed. I lost sleep. I stayed awake and afraid. If I nodded off I jerked up when my own hand touched my leg. I took everything soft I had and ran it through blistering heat. I shook out each of my books and suffocated them in bags. A man in full body plastic came and sprayed every corner of my room. And still, they lived. The  bugs hid in the tiniest of cracks, wanting only blood.   If ISIS members are so willing to die, because for them,  life AFTER this is so much more glorious — how are we ever to stop them? If there are even a few left, they live. The idea survives. How do we stop them? Do we have to trick them or convince them into subsisting off of something else? Would it ever be possible to change their minds? What’s stronger, their humanity or their faith?

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