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

how to put your head in a box

August 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

1. Wait for a total solar eclipse that is visible from your country to happen, which will occur approximately four times in your lifetime

2.) Find a box, put a pinhole in the back so that the image of eclipse will project onto the other side

3.) Put your head in the box

4.) Congrats, your head is in a box

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Je Jew!

July 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

For my 35th birthday, I gifted myself with a 23 and me kit. Basically you spit into a vial and give the vial to the mailman and a month later they email you and tell you who you are. I am proud to announce that Je 23.5% Ashkenazi Jew. My whole adult life I have called myself a quarter Jewish, since my grandma was Jewish, and because Math,  but maybe I was just sort of clinging  to the idea, as it connected to me some profound past that I longed for. But today, IT IS ACTUALLY TRUE. Based strictly on google image search of the words, I can only assume that this beautiful woman is my great great great grandmother:

As for the other 76.5 percent, it’s mostly mall parking lots, triscuits and hair ties but DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.

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Patriotic Perspective

July 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

On this Fourth of July, let us not be distracted by tiny flag shorts and giant hot dogs and things that go Boom in the night, but instead remember what this day is really, actually about, which is of course MY NIECE WEARING THIS OUTFIT.

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The End Feeling

June 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Did you know that even if you’re not really a theater person, you still have an innate sense of when a play should End? I’ve felt it so many times: I’m watching a play with some 30-200 strangers, some regular theater goers, some not, and towards The End of the play, there is the feeling of, well, The End. We can all actually feel it coming. There’s what we perceive to be the penultimate scene — the crescendo — and then there better be The End, or we get restless, our attention drifts, we feel sort of lied to, as we were made to feel like it was The End, and yet these people keep emoting, talking too much with their hands. Since humans have this inborn sense of story, it’s then the playwright’s job to make sure the play Ends just a moment right before or after it feels like it should, subverting that End feeling ever so slightly. I say this mostly to myself, as a typical Bekah play Ends for approximately 30 to 57  minutes.

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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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