bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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March 22nd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s hard to not be in NYC anymore and to feel disconnected from the play word,  and to feel weirdly irrelevant, but it’s less hard when I go on a narcissistic vision quest journey to the far off land of Drama Bookshop in a Midtown that has managed to out stink itself, and visit my Section, and find that it’s very much still there.

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March 21st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter


I had a totally uneventful flight to NYC, by which I mean I did not panic at all, and yet, a whole lot of insignificant things happened which perhaps amount to Something.

1. I took that picture of myself in the bathroom because that seemed like a thing I could start that people might do or already do.

2. I got in a small fight with a stewardess when I was halfway through Watching Frozen and it froze and she wouldn’t refund my money and NOW I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENS AT THE END Of FROZEN.

3. I fell asleep a tiny bit with my hand on my leg, then woke up really fast like WHO IS TOUCHING MY LEG?! but guys it was just myself touching my own leg.

4. Realized I was sitting behind super brilliant and famous playwright Adam Rapp, and what’s more, that he was in the exit row, so if the plane were to crash, headlines might read FAMOUS PLAYWRIGHT SAVES WAY LESS FAMOUS PLAYWRIGHT FROM PLANE CRASH BUT THEN SHE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO ACCIDENTALLY HANG HERSELF WITH A NECK PILLOW

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March 20th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Flying to NYC tonight for E’s bachelorette and unnaturally anxious about entering the air, and so, from one lady scout to another, and also, from Myself to Myself,  here is some of my chapter on flying Preparedness.

Look at you! You’re ready to fly! You’re like a Dixie Chicks song. Beautiful! Determined! Optimistic! You’re ready to go. …..Technically. But, you’re freaking out. I tend to start freaking out a few days before I fly. The anxiety just weaves its way into my every day thought process, into the fabric of my routine: this could be the last time you pay $4 for this coffee. Not because I’m going to reach any financial or moral high ground and start making my coffee at home, no sir – because in one week – I’m potentially dead.

These thoughts are destructive, exhausting and ridiculous, but we have them.

When I’m having these thoughts, I tend to talk about them to anyone who will listen. It’s as if I’m stricken, or afflicted, which is insane, because people who are stricken and / or afflicted with actual issues don’t go around talking about them, because they are busy actually dealing with them. My point: our anxiety is a luxury. We need to keep our hands and bodies and brains busy so that there’s less and less room for paranoia and dark thoughts. Even if the thoughts are lurking in the back of our brain, there’s less of a chance of us having them over for dinner (entertaining them! I’m funny!) if we’ve occupied ourselves, focus on the tasks at hand.

I refuse to tell you to ‘go for a walk’ or ‘do something with your hands’ or ‘take deep breaths’ because you’ve probably tried those things and they probably haven’t worked for you. I say do normal things. That you love. I say: make a complicated soup that requires much mincing! Go try on 700 dresses! Start a book! Call your Grandma! Go through your clothes for Salvation Army give aways! Organize your receipts for tax season! Go running! Watch every episode ever of My So Called Life and / or Twin Peaks! What I mean is, keep yourself in the real world. On the ground. Keep your hands deep in your life. Proceed as Normal. Don’t obsess. Make dinner plans for when you’re back from your trip. I find this really helps keep your head on your shoulders when it’s already skipped ahead of you, thousands of feet in the air.

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Today, on Here are my favorite Biblical action figures

March 19th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

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March 18th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter


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why Facebook is for

March 17th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Was woken up at 6 am by Baby’s first Earthquake, which was deeply unsettling. When it stopped I reached for my phone in that Now sort of way where you feel alone so you want to stare at other peoples’ babies and thoughts and cats.  I  was immediately comforted by the myriad of posts by buddies who’d just woken up and felt the same thing, and I automatically felt very not alone, but instead in a room full of friends and blankets, and we all sat there, talking over each other, listening intermittently to various versions of our One Shared Feeling.

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March 16th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hairdresser: Hi, what can we do for you today?

Me: yeah, can you do that thing to my hair where it’s kind of lighter on the bottom like you’re kind of like Jared Leto but like less intentional but more like whatever?


Me: Is that a thing? Yeah. That thing that makes you feel special but not like you’re trying to feel special but more like you just like happen to be special.


Me: Yeah the thing that infuses your life with new meaning and confidence and brings you 13% closer to Beyonce.

Hairdresser: you got it. That’ll be seven thousand dollars.

Me: Here is all of the money that I’ve ever owned.

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Re: how we have lost our minds

March 15th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

In an effort to remain clinically obsessed with our trip to Costa Rica, Julien and I had these matching Pura Vida rings made. In other news, if I ever get engaged, I am screwed, as there is no such thing as a good picture of my Hands.

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March 14th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am finally watching this French series on Netflix, in which the dead start coming back to life with no awareness of their death. Not as zombies or ghosts, just — suddenly There again. I like it for a myriad of reasons: its look, its twists, its peoples, but mostly that it’s about something MIRACULOUS.  There’s something really beautiful about seeing people have their dead loved ones in their lives again, but it’s also this painful exploration of how complicated that would be. So far, there’s no real mention of where the people have been for the last some odd years, whether or not they’ve gone to heaven or some sort of afterlife. It’s more about the immediate and human reactions to the miracle, and the unravelling of mysteries. It’s deeply human and shocking but also subtly twisty-turny. Point being: If you aren’t watching it, I GENUINELY DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE DOING WITH YOUR LIFE BUT IT’S PROBABLY THINGS THAT AREN’T WATCHING TELEVISION AND SO WELL GOOD FOR YOU.

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You and me BOTH

March 14th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter


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