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

the tiniest of protestors

January 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

In what Blaine aptly described as the ‘ultimate act of protest,’ she gave birth yesterday this fierce little lady, Ruby Rose Lee:

or as I like to call her, MY NEW FAVORITE PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I cannot wait to see all that she becomes. Congrats to Blaine and Jason on their person-making. Stellar work, y’all.

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the good bits

January 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Surely these are dark times, but we must focus on the GOOD things that have happened in politics during this country’s short life: Lincoln abolished slavery! Roosevelt saved the country from a depression whilst in a wheelchair! Obama was our first black President! And then of course that time someone on the internet photoshopped an accordion between Donald Trump’s hands and then made a video out of it!

FULL VIDEO HERE. YOU OWE IT TO HISTORY TO WATCH.

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‘Only in the darkness can you see the Stars’

January 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on White Girl with Blog, I spent some time this morning reading through some of MLK’s best quotes, just to hang out with his memory for a few minutes, acknowledge all that he did. Inspirational quotes that are memes waiting to happen are only a PALTRY SLIVER of what he contributed and made happen, but I will leave a few favorites here, all the same. They transcend issues of race and tap into even larger questions about humanity. WE BASICALLY NEED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM APPROXIMATELY RIGHT NOW.

“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”

“Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase.”

“That old law about ‘an eye for an eye’ leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing.”

“Intelligence plus character–that is the goal of true education.”

“I have decided to stick to love … Hate is too great a burden to bear.”

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they’d die for.”

“People fail to get along because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don’t know each other; they don’t know each other because they have not communicated with each other.”

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what food once was

December 6th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been abandoning all extra-curricular creative responsibilities the last few days, and spending every waking non-work moment reading this dear lady’s book:

It’s part memoir, part cookbook, which is my new favorite kind of book. Vivian grew up in Deep Run, a one stoplight town in Eastern NC. Rejecting her country upbringing, she high-tailed it to NYC, started working in restaurants, and eventually moved back down south to open a restaurant (the now award-winning Chef and the Farmer in Kinston, NC / JULIEN AND I HAVE RESERVATIONS FOR JANUARY / OMG / oh PS also she has her own TV show A Chef’s Life, Peabody award winning, so maybe check that out too end of sentence no really, she’s great.) Once back home, she went through this beautiful transformation, embracing her and homeland and its foods. It’s a beautiful story that I hope it emulate with my own life and writing. You often don’t appreciate what formed you until you’re older. I just want to write NC plays and pair them with her regional bread puddings forever. Chapter by chapter, local food by local food (sweet corn, summer squash, butter beans, etc.) She takes us through her family’s rich history of farming, and shares family recipes. Here’s my favorite, Hoarded corn:

Hard to read, but the first ingredient is an afternoon. She recalls her family harvesting sweet corn together in their tiny kitchen, working together and quickly to get it off the stalk and into bags in the freezer before it spoiled, saving both the kernels and the sweet corn milk. This corn would them feed them throughout the year in a zillion different forms. She really hits this point home:  families used to have to prepare their food together. They were forced to gather, to be together, out of necessity, but then, as Vivian also points out — this is the time when families used to talk to each other. Hands busy with activity, then talking, sharing to fill the air. I’m not saying anything that hasn’t been said 100 times before, but isn’t it sad that because our food became simpler, easier to access, we talk to each other less? That makes me sad. And Hungry. And sad. But flip side: because we spend less time preparing food, our hands and brains are free for innovations that save lives and expand the universe and invent customer care robots that will eventually dominate us A LA SPOILER ALERT SEASON FINALE OF WESTWORLD BUT NO EVERYTHING’S FINE OKAY BYE OFF TO PRETEND IT’S STILL 1943 / SHUCK SOME SWEET CORNS.

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NOW LOADING. THE WAGON.

November 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Growing  increasingly excited to head up to Portland this weekend for what appears to be a BIG AND BEAUTIFUL PRODUCTION of my play, the Oregon Trail, at Portland Center Stage.

Excited for actors and moments and rose garden and brunch but mostly just for the wagon. LOOK HOW REAL THE WAGON IS.

#WAGONGOALS

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there is no tragedy without hope

June 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Louis C.K. for president — I’m listening to his latest interview on the Marc Maron podcast, and he reminded me that these masks that adorn the walls of high school auditoriums and the shelves of Times Square gift shops and the biceps and lower backs of theater nerds are actually comedy and tragedy, not comedy and drama. Like every other person who writes somewhere between those two spaces, I get annoyed at that constant question: do you write comedy or drama? Is it a comedy or a drama? Buried in that question is our desire to be clearly told how to feel by the art we are consuming, which I find limiting. Can’t you feel all of the things at once?  He goes onto say that tragedy does not necessarily mean depressing — because there is no tragedy without hope. Isn’t that wonderful? Okay yes, in a tragedy, the hope is oftentimes eradicated. But at least it was there in the first place. At least it was allowed to be.

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Decision making with Herodotus!

September 30th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

From The Histories, RELEVANT STILL:

They are very fond of wine, and no one is allowed to vomit or urinate in the presence of another person.

YEP MAKES SENSE!

If an important decision is to be made, they discuss the question when they are drunk, and the following day the master of the house where the discussion was held submits their decision for reconsideration when they are sober. Conversely, any decision they make when they are sober, it is reconsidered afterwards when they are drunk.

OH YOU MEAN LIKE HOW I ALREADY LIVE MY LIFE?

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PREACH ODIN PREACH

September 23rd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been reading some Old Norse poems from the Elder Edda,  YOU KNOW, LIKE YOU DO. My favorite so far are from Sayings of the High One, which is basically an advice column penned by Odin the God of War and also star of American Gods him very self. He’s gruff, practical, amicable,  and definitely thinks you should eat before you hang out with friends so that you’re not starving.

Some personal favorites:

A stupid man stays awake all night pondering his problems; he’s worn out when morning comes and whatever was, still is.

Moderately wise a man should be — don’t wish for too much wisdom; a man’s heart is seldom happy if he is truly wise.

A man does well to eat a hearty meal before he visits friends, or he sits around glumly acting starved and finds words for very few.

Get up early if you are after another man’s life or money; a sleeping wolf will seldom make a kill nor a warrior win lying down.
Drink ale by the fireside, skate on the ice, buy lean steeds and bloodstained swords, fatten horses in the stable, a dog in your home. Never trust what a maiden tells you nor count any woman constant; their hearts are turned on a potter’s wheel.

I TOTALLY AGREE ODIN, YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.

….NO WAIT ACTUALLY I JUST CHANGED MY MIND.

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SPEECH SPEECH SPEECH

July 4th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

My Fellow Americans! On this sacred day, 239 years since the thirteen colonies claimed independence from England: LET US CLAIM OUR INDEPENDENCE AT BREAKFAST. Screw you, Kashi cereal and egg white omelette! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, INDIA? THIS IS AMERICA! Count your blessings, that there are Grocery stores, that you have Walls, that there is sugar, that there are pancakes!  Let us eat Bisquick! Let us Shake n Pour pancakes,  stuff them full of  blueberries and strawberries sprayed with growth hormones and dye! Let us douse the whole affair in Cool Whip, whose main ingredients include high fructose corn syrup and patriotism! ASK NOT WHAT YOUR BREAKFAST CAN DO FOR YOU, ASK WHY YOU ARE ALREADY TIRED AND IT’S ONLY JUST AFTER BREAKFAST OKAY SO TAKE A NAP

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how to leave without leaving

January 17th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

After a tough week, Jammerson and I got the heck outta dodge, and went to the Getty, a beautiful museum complex seated on a hill above the city. I’ve somehow never been, even though I’ve lived here over two years (WHAT?! THAT’S TRUE.)  It’s kind of like stepping out of your life and onto another planet where the breeze is perfect and there are adorable Asian children everywhere.  Today was super clear and smogless:  an ideal day for gazing, contemplating the Big Questions, like: are painters less driven / gifted now, since the craft is no longer as valued? and I wonder if there are Sandwiches somewhere?, and spacing out, in general.

Without even really knowing what I needed or was looking for today, I found it all.

These busts of ‘Ideal Women’:

My next Bed:

And quality time with this guy.

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