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

horrible confession

March 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I prepare to leave for the airport, for what must be my 90th I STILL WRITE PLAYS! trip to NYC since I moved to LA six years ago, I feel compelled to share with you something I just remembered: early on in my LA days, when I took a shared ride /  super shuttle to the airport to save $, I ONCE ASKED A SUPER SHUTTLE DRIVER TO TURN AROUND AND TAKE ME BACK TO MY HOUSE BECAUSE I HAD FORGOTTEN MY MEDICATION BUT REALLY I HAD FORGOTTEN MY MAKEUP. THE SUPER SHUTTLE WAS FULL OF PEOPLE. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to People, just in general.

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extent of my knowledge

March 16th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

The news: Trump’s proposed tariffs on steel could potentially hurt American steel makers.

Me: wait, people MAKE steel?

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challenges of parenting (?)

March 13th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I imagine there are a lot of really hard things about raising kids, like ‘instilling moral code’ and ‘keeping them from running in front of cars’ and ‘ ‘explaining to them what death is’ but HOW DO YOU NOT EAT ALL OF THEIR GOLDFISH CRACKERS? NO, I’M REALLY ASKING, PARENTS, HOW IS IT THAT YOU DO NOT JUST NEGLECT ALL PARENTING AND INSTEAD JUST EAT ALL OF THEIR GOLDFISH



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March 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Using Other’s People’s Writing to Stand in for my Own, or, Live Every Day like you’re in a really good Sophomore English Class: I’m finally reading  The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien’s memoir about the Vietnam War. I just can’t (read: I can) with his incredible descriptions of one Lieutenant’s thoughts of a girl he left back home, who doesn’t really love him, who he loves: Martha.

And then suddenly, without willing it, he was thinking about Martha. The stresses and fractures, the quick collapse, the two of them buried alive under all that weight. Dense, crushing love. Kneeling, watching the hole, he tried to concentrate on Lee Strunk and the war, all the dangers, but his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin, all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone—riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria—even dancing, she danced alone—and it was the aloneness that filled him with love. He remembered telling her that one evening. How she nodded and looked away. And how, later, when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin’s eyes, just flat and uninvolved. Lieutenant Cross gazed at the tunnel. But he was not there. He was buried with Martha under the white sand at the Jersey shore. They were pressed together, and the pebble in his mouth was her tongue. He was smiling. Vaguely, he was aware of how quiet the day was, the sullen paddies, yet he could not bring himself to worry about matters of security. He was beyond that. He was just a kid at war, in love. He was twenty-four years old. He couldn’t help it.

I think every girl, or at least high school or college age girl, or at least definitely me at that age, longs to be Martha:  so loved while giving nothing in return, so deeply lonely and silent and still and yet so beautiful that brave strong boys want to live inside of her lungs.

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March 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter



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working memoir title game

March 7th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

To most thoroughly know oneself, it’s important to have a working list of possible titles for your memoir. It is in fact one of my favorite games, to add ‘….The Bekah Brunstetter Story’ to  the end of some insane thing that I think or say, or to do the same for my friends. Currently, the working title of my memoir is “I  Can’t have Chips in the House (NO SERIOUSLY IF EVEN IF YOU HIDE THEM IN A PLACE THAT I CAN’T SEE OR REACH I WILL SOMEHOW KNOW THEY ARE THERE, LIKE I WILL FEEL THE CHIPS IN MY SOUL AND SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FIND THEM AND EAT THEM BEFORE YOU CAN SAY WHO ATE THOSE CHIPS I HID FROM BEKAH?) — The  Bekah Brunstetter Story.” PLAY ALONG TODAY!

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The semi-annual nibling sweater report

March 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

A few moons ago, I found myself filming for two days in a creepy westside mall that seemed to include only a Baby Gap, a pretzel place a store that sold only dream catchers, and memories of walking by Abercrombie and Fitch just to smell it and be smelled. Smelt?  Naturally, I spent my lunch breaks losing my mind in said Baby Gap, and spent basically my wages for the week on sweaters for my niblings. Just  yesterday, I happened to receive status reports of said sweaters from their said parents and just — HERE.

Olivia, in pink:

Luke, in Charlie Brown:

I continue to be obsessed with said sweaters. Is this how said works? You say something, and then you say you said it by saying said before it? ENGLISH WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR SAID SELF

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hold music

March 3rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m pretty sure that everyone has hold music that their brain just goes to whenever it’s resting / processing / rendering. Mine is about 30 percent baptist hymns, 28 percent the Sound of Music, 2 percent Kendrick Lamar’s Backseat freestyle, and at least 40% Uncle Jesse’s song, Forever. So basically if you’ve asked me a difficult question and I’m just kind of staring at you, JUST KNOW THERE’S A REALLY GOOD CHANCE THAT I’M LISTENING TO THIS.

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and then a hero comes alongggggggg

February 27th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Heroes in pearls, Mona Charen:

 I can’t say that I knew anything about this woman before she made news for speaking out against Trump at the CPAC, and also, I can’t say that I knew what the CPAC stood for. (The Conservative Political Action Conference. Now you know, too! ACRONYMS!) I can’t speak to her life in politics or her beliefs before this moment, tho I do now want to read her books. All I can say is that this woman, sitting amongst a handful of other conservative women, on a panel about the me too movement, dared to speak her truth.

I’d been dreading it for days, but when it came, I almost welcomed it. There is nothing more freeing than telling the truth. And it must be done, again and again, by those of us who refuse to be absorbed into this brainless, sinister, clownish thing called Trumpism, by those of us who refuse to overlook the fools, frauds and fascists attempting to glide along in his slipstream into respectability. I spoke to a hostile audience for the sake of every person who has watched this spectacle of mendacity in disbelief and misery for the past two years. Just hearing the words you know are true can serve as ballast, steadying your mind when so much seems unreal.

She had the courage and confidence to separate her conservative values from what Trump has decided are conservative values, and she sees a need for honesty and clarity as opposed to vitriol. She doesn’t just fault liberal values, she calls hypocrisy when she sees it, and she longs for a middle ground. More of this mindset, please. I CALL DIBS ON HER BIO PIC, WHICH MIGHT BE TWO HOURS OF HER CHEWING ON A PEN AND TYPING ON HER LAPTOP, BUT STILL: DIBS.

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fortune, and what to do with it

February 23rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on your college intro to ethics class: yesterday morning while jogging I spotted a twenty dollar bill on the ground. I stopped to pick it up — but then I thought, I don’t need this money. Twenty dollars isn’t that meaningful to me right now. I have plenty. Then I thought, I could take this twenty dollars and give it to someone that needs it. Or, I could leave it here, and gift some one else not just with the money itself, but ALSO the feeling of finding twenty dollars, which always somehow manages to charm the next hours of your life. And so, I left it there. All of this to say, if you happen to be a lucky person, perhaps it’s your job to share that luck however you can, make it available to other people, and also, I’M A REALLY GOOD PERSON WITH HIGH MORAL FIBERS, TELL YOUR FRIENDS.

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