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

Rage

November 20th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I feel like Rage doesn’t suit me. It’s not my natural or go-to state. The closest thing I think I’ve felt in the past is frustration, which is a gateway drug to Rage, the Diet Coke of Rage, Rage’s short friend from college who she sees Sometimes, and Wow, I could make those metaphors all day. But lately I feel so much of it, and it’s like my body and brain and heart don’t know how to process it because it’s so New. It gets Big and Hot and Mean but when it comes out, it’s a cute sputter, it’s a Bee trapped in a cupcake case, buzzing around pointlessly, stinging the glass.

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Christmas Carrot

November 12th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first Christmas in LA, something like 7 years ago? I purchased a faux Christmas Tree from Target with my mostly Jewish roommates. This tree has been coming out of its cardboard box on December 1st, its pieces weirdly slotting into each other and creating Tree, every Christmas since. BUT THIS YEAR, I decided to check, just to CHECK, to see if there might be anywhere in driving distance of LA where one can cut down and their own Christmas tree. AND DAMNIT, OF COURSE THERE IS. My November is full of deadlines and waiting and work and so I’m just going to let this LA Cut down your own Christmas Tree day be my carrot to pull me through it all. AND DAMNIT, I DON’T CARE IF IT’S 80 OUT, I’LL BE COVERED IN SCARVES.

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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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Find it, and Look at it

August 28th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

What is the word for when a writer remembers a quote from something written and it inspires them, but the quote is from something that they themselves wrote? OH RIGHT, NARCISSISM. I keep thinking about these lines from my play The Oregon Trail, in which a young girl is VERY BEGRUDGINGLY traveling cross-country with her sister and Dad.

MARY ANNE: C’mon Jane. Look at the bright side.

JANE: I’m tryin ta. But I just don’t see it.

CLANCY: Find it and look at it.

I keep shouting this at myself in my head. Whenever I feel myself start to drop into anything like self-pity, which sometimes feels like a hot tub full of gummy bears, a warm place I’d like to be. Look at the bright side. Keep turning the thing around or wandering around it until you find it. FIND IT, AND LOOK AT IT.

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EMMYS 2019 LEWKS

July 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Once again, things are amazing and This is Us got a bunch of Emmy noms ( like MANDY FOR BEST ACTRESS / SO DESERVED / WHAT THAT WOMAN DOES WITH HER AGE MAKEUP IS STUNNING TO WATCH)  which means I am filled with pride and joy and luck, but also, the ceremony is officially 2 months and change out, so it’s time to immediately start brainstorming themes for Morrison and I’s look (lewk) (luhk). First thoughts:

  • Wistful Wedding Recreation
  • Just a Little Bit High
  • Post-Post-Post Apocalyptic
  • Glitter
  • Fertility Struggles
  • Leaders of Industry
  • ….Green

SUGGESTION WINDOW CLOSES AUG 30 2019

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Claudia Moment

June 22nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The yellow of my nails matches the yellow of my notebook paper which gives me a thrill that can only be described as a CLAUDIA MOMENT, which is when colors sync in a bright way as if you planned it, because you did, just like Claudia at every meeting of the Babysitter’s club, and somewhere, Ann Martin is writing a whole paragraph about it.

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LORD HELP ME

June 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

IN AN ATTEMPT TO SOOTHE MY BRAINWHIR, I’VE BECOME A PERSON WHO WRITES PRAYERS AND AFFIRMATIONS (WHICH I’M COMING TO REALIZE ARE THE SAME THING) ON NOTECARDS AND PLACES THEM WHERE I CAN MOST FREQUENTLY SEE THEM

IS THIS A SIGN OF THE END (OR PERHAPS THE BEGINNING)

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SPOILERZ / PREDICTIONZ

May 20th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My brilliant and trickstery bro-in-law John made this Quiz to accompany last night’s Game of Thrones Series finale, and I’ll just leave my PREDICTIONS here:

IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN IT YET, SPOILER: DANY DOES NOT DIE FROM PERIOD

 

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THIS IS MY BABY(?)

May 11th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Cracker is definitely a comfort during all of this fuckery.  We’re leaning on him more and more, by which I mean, trying to teach him how to Hug, by which I mean, picking him up and trying to wrap his arms around us and shouting at him ARMS OUT, CRACKER, ARMS OUT! Until he leaps from our arms and hides for hours someplace we can’t find him, then he forgets that it happened, slowly re-emerges, hungry and trusting, AND IT HAPPENS ALL OVER AGAIN. HE WILL LEARN TO HUG. HE WILL.

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there is nothing like a dame

March 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Earlier this week, I found myself getting my hair done next to a stunningly beautiful woman, like a woman beautiful not because of makeup, but because of inner life glow, alive eyes, white white teeth and voice like a British bell kept safe in a museum. She was trying decide which haircut to get, as she’d narrowed it to down to something like 6 different styles, and I said Well you could always grow five more heads and get all of them! And she threw her head back and laughed, so fully and deeply that I felt like I’d won a prize, and just for a second I think I became every man throughout history, in Rome and France and in every production of Guys and Dolls, who lived to make a beautiful woman laugh.

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