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

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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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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Light

September 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on (wo)man’s search for meaning, I can’t stop thinking about this NYT picture of some people in Houston taking in vibrant sunlight for the first time in days:

Just as we all paused life and watched the eclipse a few weeks back, here are these people, rejoicing in a vast, shared thing. I’m not going to go as far as to say that perhaps God sent Harvey to humble us, and bring us together, but, okay, yes. MAYBE DID GOD SEND HARVEY TO HUMBLE US AND BRING US TOGETHER?   I acknowledge that this is a dangerous statement, as surely, most of the people who lost their homes in the floods were already humbled, already together. They did not need to lose their worldly belongings to be reminded of what they already knew. And It’s not lost on me that the flooding affected already poverty stricken, black and latino communities, and there are definitely other communities who are in greater need of being humbled. But still, I want it to be more than just wind forming over an ocean. I want it to have meant something. It’s not my job to determined said meaning, as I was not affected by the storm, but I can’t help but try. I just might look at this picture until it find it.

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Houston.

August 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s unfortunate, but it oftentimes takes a personal connection to a tragedy to make it seem more real.  But such are humans, and such also is tragedy, I guess. These southern Texas floods are devastating, and to make them about me, like we do: I was just in Houston in February to develop The Cake at the Alley theater, which looks like this when it’s NOT underwater:

A video posted by a playwright yesterday shows rushing water almost up to that parking sign. There aren’t words, really, but there can be action: Click here to toss the Red Cross some dough for the victims. Houston buds: wishing you safety and dryness and tacos and peace.

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EVERYTHING BUT THIS IS BAD

August 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I don’t have any profound insight into the events of the last few days, but I do feel a need to express something, and so:

VANS ARE BAD

CROWDS ARE BAD

HATE IS BAD

THE DVIDE IS BAD

EVERYTHING IS BAD

BUT

DEBRA JO IS GOING TO BE ON THIS IS US IN WHAT WILL BE A PRETTY INCREDIBLE STORYLINE WITH RANDALL AND BETH, A WHITE WOMAN WITH A BLACK COUPLE, BUT IT’S BEAUTIFULLY NOT EVEN ABOUT THAT, BECAUSE I AM FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO WORK FOR A SHOW THAT IS A PLATFORM FOR TRUTHFUL, UPLIFTING STORIES ABOUT FAMILY AND RACE AND CLASS AND ALL OF THE MUCK INBETWEEN

SO AT LEAST ONE THING IS NOT BAD

WORDS DONE

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that Succulent Scene

August 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Much to our delight, Morrison and I discovered this morning that there is in fact a huge group of SoCal folk who spend all of their free time growing and thinking about and talking about Succulents (drought resistant plants that come in all colors, shapes and sizes.)

We very much on purpose found ourselves at a Succulent Fair in the LA Arboretum, where succulent sellers from all over California gather to sell and show both native plants, and plants from as far as Africa. They all bear Latin names, but it’s also fun to just call them what they look like, like ‘little fun nugget’ or ‘pickle friend’ or ‘dinosaur eyelid.’

We carefully chose six new friends for our new front yard, all of whom will grow and form what Morrison calls a ‘protective barrier’ around our house.

I can’t wait to watch them grow / forget not to touch them / get pieces of them permanently stuck in my hands!

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ALANIS

August 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Last night, I met THE VERY PERSON WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO ACCESS MY FEELINGS, and that feelings caused by heartbreak are creative fuel, and that having them is powerful and sexy and important, by which I mean ALANIS FREAKING MORISSETTE. Turns out she is not just a genius lion fairy, but she is also an actual lovely grounded human being in the world with things like friends and plans, and she came to see the play. After a few hugs, I think I did something akin to earnestly grabbing her by the shoulders, and said something like you are so important to me and then I think maybe we hugged again.  I’m spending all driving and downtown today re-listening to Jagged Little Pill in her honor, remembering exactly what it felt like to sing-cry her lyrics to the Gavin Rossdale collage in my room. CAUSE I’VE GOT ONE HAND IN MY POCKET / AND THE OTHER IS DOCUMENTING THIS MAJOR LIFE MOMENT SO THAT I MIGHT NEVER FORGET IT / LIKE I COULD EVEN

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ten year blogiversary!

June 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ten years ago, my very kind and very perceptive boyfriend at the time thought to make me a blog for my birthday. At first I was like, blog WHO? My first few posts were lost and misguided and rambly, at best. But then I started to realize what this blog could be, and then eventually, it became what it is: a reason for me to write something, literally anything, every day, a place for me to voice everything from feelings regarding dresses that look like pencils to gun violence, a place to store my memories (to the point where I think they really don’t get stored in my head anymore), and lastly, a very convenient way to keeps parents up to date on life things. I have since been writing on it every single day. There have been days where my commitment to posting something on it feels absurd, and more about box checking than anything else. I will leave significant life moments of human connection so that I might post something here. But still, I’m happy I’ve done it, every day, no matter what. It’s discipline, be it the narcissistic kind. It’s seen me through jobs and no jobs and new jobs and bad jobs and great jobs, boys I have and don’t want and boys I want an don’t have and boys I need but have never met, books I’ve half-read and books I’ve loved but since forgotten, trips I’ve tripped and trips I haven’t, feelings felt and words thunk and questions raised. And now I have them all here forever.  I have a weird hope that I someday have a great grandkid who stumbles upon this blog when finding themselves freshman year of college. They find it wherever internet artifacts are kept. Boxes that float? They find this blog and they read all the years of it and turn it into a performance piece, having learned that their great great something did something with ….plays? And so suddenly, they find themselves making one. And so here’s to ten more years of content, of thoughts and pictures of cakes and shoes, of a soul that can be scrolled through.

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I would like to not thank the Academy

June 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Fox graciously and generously got all of the This is Us writers memberships with the Television Academy, which at first makes one feel quite lucky and fancy, but then, THE BOXES START TO COME.

As a TV academy member / Emmy voter, basically every single show and every single network sends you a highly flammable box containing DVDs of their shows, ALL OF WHICH ARE AVAILABLE ONLINE, and yet, they still send the boxes.  Clearly so much thought and care has gone into the design and presentation of them, and it all just makes you so sad for the people who put so much time and energy into the making of them because you have no time to even open them or watch them because you are too busy making other TVs, and it all just feels so very wasteful and looking at the stacks of them makes you question not only your own time management, but also the entire world, the people in it, and the peoples’ relationships to the that world’s resources. WHAT ARE THINGS? WHAT IS TIME?

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The End Feeling

June 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Did you know that even if you’re not really a theater person, you still have an innate sense of when a play should End? I’ve felt it so many times: I’m watching a play with some 30-200 strangers, some regular theater goers, some not, and towards The End of the play, there is the feeling of, well, The End. We can all actually feel it coming. There’s what we perceive to be the penultimate scene — the crescendo — and then there better be The End, or we get restless, our attention drifts, we feel sort of lied to, as we were made to feel like it was The End, and yet these people keep emoting, talking too much with their hands. Since humans have this inborn sense of story, it’s then the playwright’s job to make sure the play Ends just a moment right before or after it feels like it should, subverting that End feeling ever so slightly. I say this mostly to myself, as a typical Bekah play Ends for approximately 30 to 57  minutes.

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