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

Empty / Full

October 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nearly one entire year ago, I bought this jar of Sorghum molasses from a roadside store in the NC mountains. We’d been married for two days and ten minutes. NOW NEARLY 365 DAYS LATER OMG TIME, It is finally cashed, as they say in France. Avoiding work and stress, I’ve turned the jar into countless cookies / memories / breads / apologies / gifts / thanks yous / carbs, just in general. The jar now appears to be empty, but it actually holds a whole year lived, 100 things not written. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES, MOLASSES, AND OF COURSE ALSO THE PROCRASTINATION!

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HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE DOING TOO MUCH

October 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Your husband is getting his gall bladder removed, and taking care of him / nursing him back to health sounds BEAUTIFUL AND CALMING AND RELAXING, and you both can’t wait to sit and not do anything for three days except maybe watch TV and eat dry toast with the singular focus of healing.

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Lazitude

October 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not have the time or brain space this lunch break for thought, original or otherwise, definitely not just because of the salad dressing I just spilled on my pants, and so please accept this picture of Morrison and I in our evidently eternal blue phase at Katharine’s wedding as something insightful, or new. Please let it stand in for astute comments on all things wildfire and Harvey Weinstein:

SUCH CALM. SUCH PEACE. SUCH COORDINATION. OKAY, BACK TO MESS

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yet another spectacular Kedding!

October 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHAT IS A KEDDING, YOU ASK? THANKFULLY YOU ARE ON THE INTERNET, WHICH HAS ALL OF THE INFORMATION, SUCH AS, DEFINITIONS! Kedding: noun; when one of the Keddies (Morrison’s family / Mom’s side of family) gets hitched. IT’S A COMBINATION OF WEDDING AND KEDDIE / KEEP UP / THIS IS AN EVER CHANGING WORLD. This weekend’s Kedding was for dear and beautiful and loyal Kate, Morrison’s oldest sister:

And as Per Kedding standard, we consumed 1400 lbs of carbs, danced to an acceptable hour as if no one and everyone were watching, and  I felt infinitely grateful to be a part this ever expanding family. I kedd you not, I would do one of these a week and it would NEVER GET OLD.

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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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marriage song

September 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Now that I’m a locked down and spoken for and happily married woman person, I truly have only one regret: I can no longer be spurned or rejected by someone I’m deeply in love with.  More specifically, I can never again sing-scream through  tears  I’LL GET OVER YOUUUUUUU, I KNOW I WILL, I’LL PRETEND MY SHIP’S NOT SINKING, AND I’LL TELL MYSELF, I’M OVER YOU, CAUSE I’M THE KING OF WISHFUL THINKINGGGGGGGGGGG. I mean, I can sing it all I want, and believe you me, I do. But it’s not the same. Woe is not me. Instead, comfort is me. Warmth and stability are me. Perhaps instead: I’LL BE MARRIED TO YOU / I KNOW I WILL / I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT ALL YOUR SOUNNNNNDS MEAN / AND I’LL TELL MYSELF / LET’S STOP BY TRADER JOES ON THE WAY HOME BECAUSE I THINK WE’RE OUT OF OLIVE OIL?

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pre-pregnant

September 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are not yet trying to multiply ourselves, but moreso just in the beginning stages of preparing for that stage of life, which is to say, we are pre-pregnant, a term that I keep using and will keep using until it’s a thing. A couple most notably spends this time combing through grandparents for names, wistfully idealizing all phases of child birth and rearing, staring at other people’s babies, and sleeping til 9 AM whenever humanly possible. A woman most notably spends this time eating chicken nuggets whenever possible, drinking wine at 3 PM whenever possible, gaining ten pounds for no reason, secretly googling ‘fun maternity dress’ and living with an ever-present, low-grade HOW WILL I BRING LIFE INTO THE WORLD AND ALSO DO MY WORK panic, followed immediately by the comfort that women have been doing this for at LEAST, you know, like a few hundred years, at LEAST. To really lock in this life phase for all that it is, I’m starting myself on a regimen of pre-natal gummy vitamins, which are perfect for ANY WOMAN WHO IS STILL IN FACT A CHILD AND STILL CALLS THEIR WORK THEIR BIG GIRL JOB SO HOW THEN IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE THAT SHE WILL CREATE AND BEAR LIFE? HOW HOW HOW (STAY TUNED FOR HOW)

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always On

September 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

An actor is never not working, networking, business-ing. There is no acting and not acting, there is only life. Conversations are dialogue. Clothes are costumes. FURNITURE STORES ARE SETS.

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The Narrative

September 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you’re going to be a couple who does Photobooths, which is to say, just a couple who is alive and in any sort of city right now as they are EVERYWHERE AS WE ARE ALL OBSESSED WITH OURSELVES, you gotta have some sort of unspoken agreement game that allows you to make quick, elegant, natural, unforced and timely decisions about what to do in each picture. Over time, we’ve developed a narrative game, that allows each picture to tell a part of a story:

1. We’re dancing like no one’s watching! Oh look, someone’s watching!

2. Let’s acknowledge the people who are watching!

3. Let’s pose for them.

4. NOW LET’S KISS. GROSS.

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2 brides / 1 dress

September 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Labor day weekend is super popular for weddings, and so naturally, there was one at the hotel where we stayed this weekend. I have spent my first year of marriage crying at even the SIGHT of a stranger’s wedding, moaning, I WANNA DO IT ALL AGAINNNNNNN! So naturally, when we saw the bride join her cocktail party last night, it went something like this:

Me: THE BRIDE!!!!!!

Morrison: Cool!

Me: Wait. Is she wearing my dress?

Morrison: I don’t know….?

Me: (Looking closer) SHE’S WEARING MY DRESS SHE’S WEARING MY DRESS

I take off RUNNING IN HER DIRECTION. After watching her mingle with her guests from behind a hedge for a few minutes, I returned.

Morrison: …looked better on you.

Me: YOU’RE RIGHT, IT TOTALLY DID.

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