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


June 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not engage in mindless and narcissistic social pacts such as ‘Throwback Thursday,’ but here is a picture of myself that just so happens to be from the past clearly posing in front of a house that is actually made of mirrors so that it might reflect my own self back to me 100 times.

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March 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I had dinner with another Rebecca last night, and what are two Rebecca’s to discuss other than the intricacies of their own names? At some point during the 3 hour linguistic breakdown of the seven letters:

Me: I changed to B-e-k-a-h cause I just didn’t like the way B-e-c-c-a looked.

Other Rebecca: Yeah, it looks like pasta.

Me: That is exactly what it looks like!!!!

Other Rebecca: Right?


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city life

February 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s crazy how quickly we forget that we share this world, that there are animals and trees and we just happen to be stronger (sometimes), or at least more intelligent, and have shoved both aside to make room for our buildings.  Case in point: walking to the store this AM, I heard a strange sound and I immediately reached for my phone, like what is this strange sound my phone is making? It was not my phone, y’all. IT WAS A BIRD. AN ACTUAL ALIVE BIRD JUST MAKING ITS BIRD SOUNDS, and my mind did not even think to go there. Okay so: stronger, more intelligent, and narcissistic to the point of comedy.

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January 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter






If y’all could just let me (and the Olsen Twins) know if we start to exhibit any psychotic or heartless or narcissistic behavior THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

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I am she

January 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I now know why I have such an affinity for young Kate on This is Us, for her obsession with food and her insecurities.  In The Pool episode when she gets a note from a mean group of girls declaring they don’t want to hang with her anymore, that was based on something that happened to me, but fifth grade, and cafeteria, and maybe I still have the note and remember exactly who wrote it but I’M NOT HERE TO NAME NAMES REBECCA SINK WAS HER NAME.   As it turns out,  I am in fact just a grown up version of lil’ Kate:


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that’s so bekah

March 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

After seeing my play last night, a friend told me that it was ‘so Bekah.’ To which I said, thanks! But. What does that even mean? What are those qualities? Do we all have a personality / nature that everyone else except ourselves can perceive? Qualities that  are so ‘us,’  but that we ourselves could not even list? It’s like when we see a picture of ourselves and recoil. That’s not me. That’s not what I look like. But what you are most likely looking at is the most You picture of You that has even been taken. CAN ONESELF EVER KNOW ONESELF / TAKES LONG CONTEMPLATIVE DRAG / PASSES JOINT

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Never gets old.

March 13th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m going to look at this picture of my friend Stephen playing an angel welcoming  this lovely Grandma based on two of my own into heaven until my  eyes turn to clouds and float right out of my head.

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February 10th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on the perks of  growed up life:

I LOVE HOTEL GYMS. They make me feel like an heiress to the Skittle Dynasty who must spend three hours a day on her personal elliptical machine, surrounded by minors, to compensate for all of the Skittles she eats.

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October 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hi, I am now officially old enough to be annoyed by those younger than me and pass judgement on them and pretend I’m happy to be older / wiser, while secretly also doing a lot of the things they do and also desperately wishing I could still eat bread and drink more than a glass of wine and not wake up with a headache. Hi! Overheard this morning while waiting for my eleven dollar coffee which I can totally afford because I’m old, dammit:

Young barista: Hey did you know that facetious is —


Young barista: Yeah.


Young Barista: I don’t know what facetious means.

Other young barista: Yeah, me neither.

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one of one hundred you’s

September 16th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

When we’re little, we are told that we are special. When we are medium-little, especially if we are artists, we tell OURSELVES that we are special, we cling to the things that set us apart, to the specifics of our narrative that make us compelling and unique.   I think a big part of growing up, like truly growing up, and I don’t mean paying your own rent / having your own health insurance, I mean reaching some semblance of emotional maturity — is accepting the fact that WE ARE IN FACT NOT UNIQUE. Sure, you grew up in a funeral home or in a military family or partially in Prague but guess what, SO DID A LOT OF OTHER HUMANS.  To grow up is to have the humility to accept this. There are things that make you special, sure, there is each moment of your life that you have uniquely inhabited,  but  there is no need to declare your preferences, to shout about your time abroad. You are a cog in the wheel, you are a part of a larger thing, you are just light, slowed down.

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