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


May 22nd, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been having this dark, secrety desire lately. I was hoping that if I ignored it, it might pass, like that time I wanted to tattoo a pencil on my stomach, but it just won’t go away. And so, I publicly announce, I KIND OF WANT A BMW AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT. WHO AM I RIGHT NOW?  I have never much cared  about my ride, as long as the doors, are, say, attached to the car with more than just duct tape, which wasn’t necessarily always the case in high school, and that there was a plethora of rearview mirror space around which to hang various beads and small inflatable parrots I’d shoplifted from Party City. But spending so much time in my car kind of makes me want a sweet one. I’m sniffing around this 3 series, which is surprisingly affordable. It will be a swanky, light Tarheel blue, and will ensure that I really not know who I am anymore. I’d like to now open floor for questions, comments, snark and concerns from assorted Male Brunstetters.

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Peabody award winning Lizzy Weiss!

May 21st, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Oh nothing, just my super gorgeous and Awesome boss and her Peabody award, which she accepted yesterday, in the fine company of Ira Glass and Diane Sawyer, for Switched at Birth. ‘…in a sea of mediocrity, you are here for excellence.’ PEABODY!

(Note, I literally had nothing to do with this, as the award was given to a season I didn’t write for, but still, I’m over the moon stoked that Lizzy and the show are getting the recognition they deserve.)

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So not OK

May 20th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

TORNADOES / I HATE THEM. My brief brushes with them growing up were some of the most frightening experiences of my youth. This fear translated itself mostly into nightmares in which tornadoes would turn into Tim Curry and then back into tornadoes again, and a bad penchant for watching Twister over and over, because it was not real.  Sad and terrified for all those in the path of this 2 mile wide tornado in Oklahoma today. I know ya’ll are prepared, with your storm cellars and your optimism, but still, thinking of you, because this looked epic, merciless and real.

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May 19th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


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May 19th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

So maybe I got to sit on the beach in lovely San Diego for a bitsy,


Then go see a beautiful production of Widow at The Old Globe (still blows my mind everytime I see a theater with things like space! And room! And Gardens! And Chairs! And not Rats!)


I’d love to stay and chat, but I must go count my blessings HARD.

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May 18th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Stealing a page from the book of Blaine Barbee, I present to you, HOMESHIRT: so that you never forget where you’re from.

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Even though we ain’t got Money

May 17th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m so in love with you honey, and everything will bring a chain of love.

Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup

Drink it up, love her and she’ll bring you luck

And if you find she helps your mind, you better take her home.

Yeah, don’t you live alone, try to earn what lover’s own.

I feel like the moment I can have this song come on my Pandora (which is frighteningly frequent)  and listen to it in full without scrying, which is to say, smilecrying, will be the moment I’ve reached maturity, stability, and peace. Or maybe  if I DON’T  listen to Kenny Loggins, I could perhaps have all of those things, but right now. But I can’t help it. EVEN THOUGH THEY AIN’T GOT MONEY, HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HER.  AND OTHER LYRICS BOASTING ADMIRABLE EMOTIONS THAT ARE NOT REAL.

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Past our Bedtimes

May 17th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Set the scene: Sassafras, Hollywood, a dude named the Reverend who kinda sings like Sam Cooke, and his harmonica, backed by a bunch of bearded dudes. Inside of this scenario: When you happen to spot an actor from your Family Television show at a bar, late night, and you’re both drinking whiskey way past your bedtimes, the right thing to do is simply exchange knowing nods, but not fully acknowledge each other, so that you can both continue pretending like you don’t have to be up in 5 hours to make more Family Television.

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I’ll just wait.

May 16th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

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On how to drive like you’re 90

May 16th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

America’s most beloved newsmagazine show, you’re my new favorite, and the Best.

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