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

THIS IS BLESSINGS

December 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

“Why me,  Lord? What have ever done to deserve even one of the blessings I’ve known? Why me Lord? What did I ever do that was worth love from you and the kindness you’ve shown?”

– Merle Haggard by way of Johnny Cash by way of Kris Kristofferson

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Re: the end of days

December 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

TRUMP RECOGNIZES JERUSALEM AS THE CAPITAL OF ISRAEL STOP

YET ANOTHER SIGNIFIER OF THE COMING OF THE END OF DAYS, AS PREDICTED BY THE BOOK OF REVELATION STOP

ALSO THESE ICE CREAM BARS MADE OF GUMMY BEARS ARE CLEARLY ALSO A SIGN STOP

NO REALLY LET’S ALL JUST STOP

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LOOK NO FURTHER

November 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just yesterday, I fretted that I didn’t so much have any new ideas to work on. But the thing with new inspiration is, IT IS A PANTHER IN THE NIGHT. You needn’t find it, it will find you. Today, I unpacked a box my mom sent me, a  bunch of my old pictures / journals / books,  and happened upon my next two projects. They  have just been lying in wait for me to return to them for some 25 years. COMING SOON:

Santa Wants a Daughter

Sylvie and the Homeless

Are they children’s plays? Are they Lifetime movies? Are they Freeform series? ARE THEY FUNNY OR DIE SHORTS? WHO EVEN KNOWS OR CARES, THEY WRITE THEMSELVES

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A.D. 16!

October 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHAT: AN R&B MUSICAL ABOUT TEENAGE MARY MAGDALENE FALLING FOR TEENAGE JESUS; A PLACE FOR ME TO FINALLY PUT ALL OF MY RANDOM JESUS KNOWLEDGE AND THOUGHTS

WHO: BOOK BY MYSELF, MUSIC AND LYRICS CINCO PAUL (SECRET LIFE OF PETS, DESPICABLE ME); AND ALSO, YOU KNOW, MARY, JESUS AND A CHORUS OF LEPERS

WHEN: OCT 16 2017

WHERE: JOE’S PUB, NYC

TICKETS: HERE

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DEAR PHONES:

October 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Perhaps maybe we can find some different verbiage for this new feature, something that enables us to keep on telling ourselves that you are just phones, and not ACTUAL PHYSICAL EXTENSIONS OF OUR BRAINS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE CARRY OUR BRAINS AROUND IN OUR POCKETS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE COULD, IN FACT, LOSE OUR BRAINS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE ARE ROBOTS CLOAKED IN SKIN

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HAPPY OUR BIRTHDAY

September 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think birthdays are big freaking deals. I don’t care how old you are. It’s a day to make the birth person feel loved and loved hard. And so the fact that I have to leave my poor  husband on HIS birthday to fly to NC to go see The Cake makes me NAUSEOUS WITH PAIN AND GUILT. And so last night, I made sure to remind him what his birthday is really about: MANAGING MY OWN FEELINGS AND EXPECTATIONS AND GUILT ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY. (Also, there were presents, most notably, a hand-crafted Axe, because survivalism is practically now a section on CrateandBarrel.com or perhaps it should be.)  HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my love, to my most favorite collaborator!  THERE IS NO ONE I’D RATHER FACE THE END OF DAYS WITH.

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THOUGHTS CONTROL THINGS

September 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night at work:

Me: I really, really feel like there’s going to be an earthquake really soon.

Last night at 11:20 PM: 3.4 EARTHQUAKE THAT MORRISON SAID WAS JUST HIMSELF SCRATCHING HIS HEAD BUT TURNS OUT IT WAS DEFINITELY AN EARTHQUAKE.

Me today at work: I really, really feel like North Korea is going to give back their nukes and that there will suddenly be no such things as hurricanes.

Today at 4:43 PM:

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The Bakery

September 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am INFINITELY GRATEFUL that The Cake is getting a handful of productions across the country this season. First up: at Playmakers Rep, the resident theater company at UNC Chapel Hill, where I wrote my first ever plays. FULL CIRCLE MUCH? It starts preview performances tonight, and as per always, I am there in spirit, haunting the aisles, nervously chewing on my hair. Aside from just being stoked that the play is getting a life, when oftentimes plays open and close and then recede into document folders and internet history where they slowly atrophy — I mostly can’t wait to see ALL OF THE DIFFERENT BAKERY SETS. Check out this gorgeousness:

I just want to live my entire life on the set of a bakery. But with running water and actual cakes. I think I just mean I want to live my life inside of an actual bakery / CALLS CONTRACTOR / REQUESTS THAT NEW HOUSE INSTEAD JUST BE TURNED INTO AN ACTUAL BAKERY

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fragility

September 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Do you ever feel like it’s sort of pointless to spend time building and cultivating and perfecting a physical home, because the Weather is a sometimes benevolent but oftentimes vengeful, irrational beast that we have no control over and so maybe it’s better to spend time and money and resources on constructing strength of CHARACTER to endure whatever disasters the Weather create,  instead of walls and ceilings and stairs? NO?  JUST ME? OKAY I’LL JUST SIT HERE ALONE AND FEEL THAT

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the antidote to everything

August 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Niece nugget nibling Olivia Grace is 6 months into her life in this DROWNING COUNTRY THAT IS HELL BENT ON DESTROYING ITSELF.

But sweet Livy is unaware. She is too busy deciding whether or not she likes sweet potatoes and finding her toes, her brain and heart forming, because life, the great unifier, persists, despite everything. It’s life that gets strangers to form a human chain to rescue an old man out of his car as it’s been swallowed by flood water, and it’s life that gets people to open up their homes and stop each other’s bleeding with their own clothes. So, I don’t know. Maybe it’s life  that somehow, someday, stops the missiles, or bridges the divide? I don’t know, Livy. You tell me. But first: Grow.

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