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

thinking ahead

January 19th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s extra warm in LA this morning and the air has that feeling of renewal and Spring so it’s definitely time to start planning things like Easter Brunch, and asking big questions like what Closet will I clean this Spring, and will it make me spiral under the weight of unnecessary Things, wasted money and time, And what Promises will I make to myself and to God this Spring, and what restrictions will I pretend to engage in for three days and how many Hills will we walk up and how many tacos will we eat and what words will I write Outside and will the world get better or worse, but most of all, WILL I MAKE A LAMB CAKE? IS THIS THE YEAR? AND WILL IT LOOK LIKE THIS?

OR PROBABLY THIS?

MY MONEY IS ON THE LATTER

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inside animal

January 11th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in NYC for two weeks for a Notebook workshop and I can’t stop looking at a Dog. I learned recently that the Spirit Animal is a Native American cultural concept that it’s best to like, maybe NOT re-appropriate? BUT I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS DOG THAT WAS RECENTLY POSTED ON COUNTRY LIVING’S INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT:

This is the animal that lives inside of my head that I think of every time I feel overwhelmed or homesick or nostalgic or alone; this is the animal that CONTAINS all of my nostaglia and homesickness; THIS IS MY INSIDE ANIMAL.

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not mantra

January 5th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

My mantra has pretty much always been I do not have a mantra, I am not a person who does mantras, but recently, a mantra has developed in my head on its own, and so, I think I’ll let it stay, as it’s been incredibly helpful.

It is simply: My faith is greater than my anxiety. My faith is greater than my anxiety. Is this a mantra? I think this is a mantra. I guess I have a mantra, now. MY FAITH IS GREATER THAN MY ANXIETY. ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SHOUT MANTRAS OR WHISPER THEM? I GUESS MINE IS SHOUTED THROUGH THE BACKS OF MY EYES, MY FAITH IS GREATER THAN MY ANXIETYYYYYYY

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I gave Birth

December 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I just realized a few days ago that at one point in time, I would’ve been about to have a baby, as our last pregnancy was due on Christmas Eve. I’m actually quite shocked that I forgot this, as I DO love to torture myself with sad facts. But instead of a baby, Christmas 2019 will be the Christmas I had a Santa Play:

South Coast Repertory commissioned me last year, and I immediately knew I wanted it to be a Christmas play. Enter one Christmas issue of Our State Magazine sent to me by One Jodie Brunstetter, featuring an article about all of the different kinds of people who end up playing Santa, and the Ancient Order of Real Bearded Santas — about the friendships in support group slash union for Santas — was conceived, in my brain. At this point, I will DROP the conception / child birth = playwriting metaphors, and just reflect on the fact that my plays really do bring me great comfort. They distract me, make me feel productive; they’re jars for all of my feelings. South Coast hosted a reading of the play last night, and not only did I get to hear it out loud for the first time with incredible actors (Michael McShane and Joe Spano, JUST TO NAME A FEW) but I ALSO GOT TO MEET ACTUAL SANTA:

Technically this is Santa True, a storyteller Santa who’s been helping me with my research, whom I named the main character after — But YOU GUYS, PRETTY SURE IT’S ALL A COVER ACT, AND HE IS HIM, AS LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE COULD BE SUCH A PERFECT SANTA IN EVERY PICTURE TAKEN OF HIM.

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How to flirt with a Child

November 22nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m DELIGHTED to share that there is a British Boy’s Soccer team staying in the hotel where I’m currently shacked up. I got home last night to find a lobby full of antsy limbs and ADORABLE ACCENTS. And so when I found myself in the elevator with one of them this morning, I couldn’t help but try and make a moment.

Me: What sport do you guys play?

Child (with adorable accent): Football.

Me: THAT IS SO CUTE, DO YOU MEAN SOCCER?

Child: Football.

Me: Please say it one more time.

Child:….Football.

Me: I LOVE YOU, THAT’S AMAZING, DO YOU HAVE A GAME TODAY?

Child nods, terrified.

The elevator opens and the boys runs off of it like it’s on fire, or like I actually am Fire.

Me: HAVE A GREAT GAME JUST LMK IF YOU WANT TO HANG OUT LATER AND SAY WORDS TO ME

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But have you tried

November 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The other day at my acupuncturist, and other words that LA people start sentences with, my gal Dr. Hong removed the needles from my face, and suddenly, without warning or explanation, started to light me on fire. Turns out it’s called Moxa, it’s an ancient Chinese practice whose ‘intention is to warm and invigorate the flow of Qi in the body and dispel certain pathogenic influences.‘ Tiny pods of mugwort are burnt around the body to increase circulation and blood flow and something with Qi. In simpler terms, she lit me with 100 tiny fires, some on my toes, some on my stomach, and it was lovely, and for the rest of the day, Morrison wouldn’t come near me because he said I smelled like Smoked Salmon. I don’t know what it did to my Qi, or if I even have Qi, because somedays, I feel like I left my Qi somewhere, took it off, put it in the wash, forgot to dry it, and now it’s molding there in the machine. But maybe, actually, my Qi is now pulsing, flowing, creating life, or at least okayness, which somedays, is Life.

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COMING SOON TO MY LOWER BODY NEAR YOU

November 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

It is requiring every fiber of my rational adult being to not order these Christmas leggings

NO WAIT YEAH, I JUST ORDERED THEM

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PRIDE

November 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I have always been a very careful person, I walk gingerly across anything that’s not a smooth and flat surface, I’ve never broken a bone or done anything physically daring that could be categorized as ‘gnarly,’ I’ve fought in zero wars, I refuse to jump from an airplane and even feel unsettled on a motorized scooter SO PLEASE LET ME BE REALLY PROUD OF MY GNARLY BRUISES, FROM THAT SUPER GNARLY TIME A NURSE TRIED TO PUT AN IV NEEDLE IN MY ARM A FEW DIFFERENT TIMES. NEEDLE GNAR IS LIFE, THE REST IS JUST DETAILS #SPORTS

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The Easiest Part

October 9th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My friend Maggie and her boyfriend Grimur had a little Girl about 6 months ago, as weird and beautiful as her parents. I kept asking Maggie what her daughter’s name was, and she kept saying, we don’t know. And also: we’ll decide when the government needs us to! Granted, they are Icelandic, so basically they ONLY DO THINGS IF INSTRUCTED TO BY HIDDEN PEOPLE, or if compelled to do so by their art guts. They were so busy raising and marveling at her, that her name didn’t really seem to matter. Their little girl went nameless for I think something like 3 months before they settled on Myrra, something that both Americans and Icelanders could easily pronounce. I was thinking about Myrra and Maggie the other day as Morrison and I had our 8 millionth ‘what will we name our children‘ conversation. For us, that has been the easiest part, probably because we’ve had much time to discuss. It started the year before we got married as we floated in a desert hot Spring, poking around the names of our siblings and grandparents and musicians we liked. For going on four years now, we’ve known ****** and ****** and ******. Their names are so clear to us, and we repeat them sometimes, remind ourselves of them, like saying ***** and ***** and ****** will make them exist, before they do. Just as I’m trying to patiently allow myself to think about worst case scenarios, I’m trying to also think about the good ones. Like when ***** or ****** or ****** is grown, they might ask us someday, why did you name me *****? And we will smile and say, because we knew it was your name, long before we knew You.

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A Gemini Prepares

July 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Next week, I am PITCHING A TV SHOW FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, driving around town telling various smart and important people about my images and characters and thoughts,  in the hopes of someday getting a show that is Mine on air,  which I means I am full of two very real, very opposing feelings:

Joy at the opportunity and delirious delight in my own ideas, slightly high from the secret pocket feeling that I’m doing the thing I was put on this earth to Do

AND ALSO:

COMPLETE EXISTENTIAL TERROR AND DREAD, TINGED WITH FEELINGS OF INSECURITY AND ALSO GUT-EMPTYING FEAR THAT IT’S ALL BEEN A LIE, THAT I AM IN FACT A LIE, THAT THE ONLY TRUE THING IS GRAVITY

 

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