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

the best of Boys

June 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

For girls with brothers, I think there is a special place in the heart that explodes when their love and their brother do literally anything together, like laugh together, or stand next to each other, or play a game with each other, or even stand next to each other while playing games. THIS PICTURE / MEMORY NOW LIVES IN THAT CORNER OF MY HEART.


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May 9th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

There was a professional photographer present at my friend Stephen’s Cinco De Mayo party, and so naturally, he took a few candid shots of us, since we were Sitting and wearing Shirts.  Instead of selling them directly to People Magazine, I think I’ll just share them here, because I’m for the People.


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May 6th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yes, this IS a picture of me with my new car (a Jeep Compass, so that I might feel like I still live in NC, because I big time associate Jeeps with the Thruway shopping center parking lot, drives to the mountains) but mostly it’s a shout out to all of the husbands out there who take 900 pictures of us and then when we don’t like them, take 900 more, and when we don’t like THOSE, they tell us to turn away, think of Farts, and look back at the Camera. WORKS EVERY TIME.

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how to paint a miniature

April 23rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday afternoon, Morrison painted a miniature while I tried to rewrite a tiny part of The Cake for the 900th time. Taking a break from  (READ: PROCRASTINATING) my own task at hand, I watched him swirl tiny paints together with a tiny brush and bring the tiny brush to the tiny face of a tiny person. It felt like he and I were attempting the exact same thing. And so, if it’s a writer’s job to collect similes: trying to rewrite a play that’s already existed for years, without breaking it or changing it entirely, is EXACTLY like painting the Hair onto a fingernail sized person: you must use the tiniest of brush strokes, you must never once question what it is that you are doing.

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All I wanna do, is plate some food

March 27th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes (all of the time) (particularly when I’m on hiatus) there is nothing more satisfying than spending way too much time preparing and plating dinner, like even pulling out the fun plates and placemats and napkins from the wedding registry that you thought you’d never use, and then laying it all out and presenting it to your husband like a five year old who cleaned their room but really just put their pillow on their bed. I PRESENT TO YOU, almond crusted rainbow trout with sides of swiss chard and my deep need to be complimented!

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a picture of a miracle

March 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

This weekend is tiny baby brother Tim’s bachelor party in Boston, and since I can’t be there (BUT REALLY, WHY WOULD I BE THERE) I asked other best man / bachelor party coordinator brother Dan if he might send me a picture for my blog. These are not dudes who take pictures, so the fact that I received this last night is NOTHING SHORT OF A MIRACLE.

I imagine it going something like this:

Dan:  (to bartender) Hey, could you take a picture of us real fast, my sister wants a picture of us, I don’t want a picture, it’s for my sister. (to group) Hey guys, this is stupid, but my sister wants a picture for her blog, everyone like, hold your whiskey and smile. (bartender takes picture) Awesome, that was stupid, that’s done, everyone be normal now. 




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February 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

My love for this fine person can be expressed solely with Outkast lyrics, baked goods, face-sized smiles, and occasionally my own words.

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February 9th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

N. shame caused by the quality of one’s muffins

Earlier this week, I made a bunch of muffins because when I have the time, and even when I don’t, maybe I’m the kind of person who would like for her husband to ideally have a homemade baked good each day with his breakfast, and also because baking is the single most productive form of procrastination. I made said muffins, Vivian Howard’s Twin Muffins, a recipe she whipped up with squash and dried cherries and pecans and whole wheat flour, to trick her twins into eating things that are good for them. But I definitely underbaked them, so they are only like 70% as good they should be, and each day when I pass them, I feel a deep sense of a shame that can only be described as Muffin Shame, and if I can’t document that here then I genuinely do not know what this blog is for.

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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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I like his thumbs, particularly the green one

January 23rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday while I was listlessly staring at my computer, Morrison was PLANTING A WHOLE TREE.

Not just any tree, a Palo Verde tree, which he carefully researched, procured, then planted outside of our breakfast nook. Come Spring, it’s going to look like THIS:


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