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

clothes as memory

February 16th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dressed myself this morning, like you do, and as I drove to work, I reflected on the layers that  I had decided to put on myself, both literally and figuratively. I’m sporting a jacket I got at a vintage store 10 years ago in Boston, to wear to a wedding I was attending with my boyfriend at the time who would ultimately not be my husband, at a time when the idea of my actual self getting married felt so foreign to me that weddings just felt like long parties with slightly better clothes. Under this jacket, I’m wearing the flannel of Morrison and I’s  wedding colors that I got to wear to our welcome dinner the night before we wed. If I sniff it really deep, I can still smell the campfire. Food as memory, clothes as memory, memory as memory, amiright?

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Typical Argument

February 4th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m fortunate that Morrison and I really don’t fight very often. (Also I don’t know how we would even be married if either of us were throw-down dish-throwing fight folk, as that is quite opposite to both of our natures.) But of course we don’t always agree and sometimes hurt each other’s feelings and don’t listen to each other. When this happens, we try to carefully discuss it, each speaking our own frustration, and of course, sometimes it gets messy, but it tends to quickly end in forgiveness and agreement, a return to a loving status quo.  Like this morning:

Me: Oh, they used the picture of me in the overalls that you said I shouldn’t wear anymore.

Him: Well it’s just that overalls are over.

Me: What? No!

Him: They were over like two years ago.

Me: (carefully)…No, you’re wrong. Overalls are still a thing.





Him:…..Actually, I know a lot of things.

Me: …..You’re right, you do.


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January 7th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter


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The City Shoe!

December 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Presenting the City Shoe! Like most shoes, it goes on your Feet! Perfect for both plane rides and hotel workouts!  Transitions seamlessly from Walking Around the City while Reflecting on how much your Life has Changed to Darting Away from those Feelings! Also great for various Ninja activities, running from Scenes of Crimes, Jaywalking, and fleeing Creative Insecurity! New, from Adidas!

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one dress / two nights / seventeen cavities

December 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I have two awards shows to attend in January that I must, poor me, acquire dresses for. But for the sake of economy, and also whimsy, what if, just go with me, WHAT IF I just wore this dress made of skittles to both,


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bekah longbutt

December 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

While some girls butts are like little festive cupcakes on bakery counters, short like catch phrases, mine is like a run on sentence or maybe like a floor pillow that can hold multiple people.  Fortunately, there are Products designed for this. Not only did I get us a toilet with an ‘elongated seat’ for our new bathroom, I now have acquired jeans with a ‘a ten inch rise’ which is overpriced denim speak for ‘jeans that can hang with your long, long butt as it searches for the end to its thought, as it extends past time zones and ankles.’   *Note: pictured jeans are about 1/10th the size of my actual jeans on my actual butt. And also whatever you do, do not do a google image search for long butts.

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sup, bra?

November 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

For reasons I will surely spend the rest of my life trying to understand, my bra somehow just undid itself under my shirt. Working theories:

– my bra is a twelve year old boy

– somewhere on the Paramount Lot, there is an invisible twelve year old boy

– I am actually a twelve  year old boy

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dress acCordingly

November 3rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on How to wear Clothes: It’s finally fall-ish in LA, and for the season, I have acquired these corduroy leggings from Athleta:

To wear them is to be a Librarian en route to summersault practice. They are versatile and soft and the answer to most everything, including Guts, Movement, and Self Esteem.  I will be wearing them every single day for the next four months. I will wear them until they reek for some reason of cheerios, mixed with my own perfume.  Good luck getting them off my body. YOU WILL HAVE TO TIE ME DOWN AND SAW THEM OFF OF ME. Actually, wait, no, don’t do that. THAT SOUNDS TRAUMATIC FOR BOTH OF US.

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prom / prom

October 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on sacred things found while packing:

What I was probably supposed to look like at my senior prom:

What I actually looked like:

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Look at me / Don’t look at me

October 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Being that I almost have a grown up person house of my own, it is finally time for me to stop storing things at my parent’s house like a college freshman.  My Mom most recently shipped me my old  jewelry box full of cross necklaces and broken promise rings and this bracelet that I made in high school or perhaps middle school, which I think sums up my entire existence:

I think I thought it was ironic, to have someone Look at my Bracelet and see the word Look? (This bracelet of course brought to you by the budding playwright who, around the same time, wrote a play called Happen in which nothing Happens.) Or maybe, if we go deeper, I just wanted to be looked at, then horrified at the idea that I was being looked at, but then devastated if no one was looking.  Is this the quintessential teenage person experience, or is this perhaps just THE BEING A PERSON EXPERIENCE?

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