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


June 21st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter


90% of the time, larisa and I show up wearing basically the same clothes, and yes, also, four years after everyone else, I just now get hashtags #isthisatweet?

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June 20th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

While it may APPEAR that I am writing a manifesto, or some sort of political diatribe, I am in FACT writing dialogue for Santa Claus.  You guys, it requires the same level of caffeine and  focus. It just really does.

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Jew (kind of)

June 19th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I went to college with this incredible director Dude, David Chapman. A few years after college, we realized we had a mutual friend: MY GRANDMOTHER. David met her at a Seder some years before. My grandma, Roberta, used to come over ever Christmas with dreidels and gold chocolate coins and attempt to explain to me that there was something in me that was Jewish, that was from Russia, that should light candles, that should know where I’m from, spiritually and culturally (which, I’ve learned, are two entirely separate things, only sometimes intertwined.)  After she passed away, David and I worked on a play together in her memory, Roberta Laughs. Flash forward some years, David was asked to commission  short plays about the Jewish experience, inspired by this study. And now, here I am,  most honored to write one of these plays with these other playwrights who are Actual Jews. It was nice to take a moment, remember Roberta, think deeply about what her presence in my life meant.  A lot of my first plays were contemporary adaptations of Bible stories, so I returned to that with what can only be described as Samson and Delilah with iPhones in a crappy apartment somewhere underneath the BQE:


Are you a real Jew or like just a Jew? I mean like. Are you spiritually Jewish. Do you practice. Do you pray. Who is your God. What is Hannakuh. How do you spell Hannakuh. Do you eat canned fish. All of the questions. Who do you talk to when you’re scared? Did you go to Hebrew school? Do you fast? What is your moral code?

I like that about you. That you’re a Jew. That was the one of the first things I liked about you. Because I wasn’t raised with anything. Like that. And sometimes I’m jealous. Of. You ever felt an earthquake?  They come in the morning when you’re asleep. When you’re a baby again. Everything’s all like. Primal. Your smell. Your sounds. Your instincts? Something’s holding you there and it’s not your mattress. And then it shakes. And it shakes and it shakes and you hear cars and animals rattling. Gates and books and trash. Did you ever – did they ever nail the shelves into the wall? What is glass? You reach for – Anything? But nothing’s there? And you figure out what’s happening, an earthquake is happening, and you have. There is no control. And you think, there is a reason for this, this will end, but you have no one to grab or trust. That’s when you really wish you believed in God. Somebody to hold onto when everything shakes.

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June 18th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Kilroys launched our list last night, and, you guys.

…..You guys.

We PACKED the living crap out of Edendale, my favorite neighborhood bar,  with supporters – guys and gals alike –  playwrights, directors, artistic directors, actors, designers, bloggers, journalists,  and most importantly, celebratory hugs.

Sexy man playwrights, Jon Caren and Marco Ramirez….

Kilroys too stoked beyond words to even look in the same direction:



We’re already getting emails from major Artistic Directors requesting the plays. I was lucky enough to get one of my one plays — The Oregon Trail —  on the List  — five emails just yesterday from theaters all across the country asking to read it. An idea born over whiskey and hummus in Sarah Gubbin’s house, overlooking the Silverlake res. How thrilling for us, to have an idea, and to execute the idea, and to see the idea start to WORK.

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June 17th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

For my bday, Daria gifted me with this beautiful thing that she did not even know I’ve been lusting after, because yes it IS possible to have sexual feelings for a necklace (?). Here is a list of things that my new necklace makes me feel:

– Joy


– Captain Planet.

– Material superiority


– ….Egypt?

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June 16th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Okay! So!  I’ve been working with an incredible group of lady playwrights and dramaturgs out in LA over the last year. We call ourselves the Kilroys (after the WWII graffiti) and we’ve compiled an extensive list of unproduced or minimally produced plays by women, so that no artistic director, in their right mind, or ever again, can say ‘well, we don’t produce plays by women because there aren’t any.’

Eat this, Artistic Directors, she said nicely!

It’s an exciting day. Press already from the New York Times and more to come. I’m sad to see it already causing some disparity, from people who are frustrated that they are not on the list or feeling excluded — the whole point of the list is to promote awareness, which will, in theory, eventually lead to the inclusion of more and more plays by gals. I have to say, I have always felt blessed when it comes to getting my plays produced — but that in no way means I’m blind to the absurd imbalance that still exists. Plays by women will no more be seen as whiney cupcake poems or quirky slap bracelets. F that noise. We have real things to say.

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There in Spirit

June 16th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Cast of Theater Breaking Through Barrier’s Power Plays, now running on Theater Row in NYC!

Whenever I have plays that are happening in other places that I cannot see, I say to the actors and director that  I’ll be there in spirit. And then I say:  No really. I’ll be there. In Spirit. It’ll be weird. And then I imagine that Spirit Me is meandering around the theater, floating above heads, reading thoughts, stealing peanut M&Ms, but no one can see me, as Spirit Me is invisible / observant / has penchant for snacks.

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June 15th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter


So there’s a tiny human growing in my friend Mary. I managed to mildly keep it together and gifted her with this tiny onesie, in honor of her husband Gabe, a fiddle player. I only rubbed on my face like once before handing it over.

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June 14th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter


Ringing in my 32nd year on earth at the happiest place on earth, with a slew of my favorite folk, cowering on a ride meant to thrill children. GUYS: this year is gonna be really good. Magic even. THANKS DISNEY, YOU WERE INSANE.

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June 13th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter



To write a musical with the Miranda Lambert. Like with her, but also with her music. It will be just like American Idiot but with cut off jean skirts / songs about biscuits / falling in love / falling in love with biscuits. Seriously, this a really good idea that I’ve fully had for all of five minutes but that I’m going to keep thinking about. I feel weirdly connected to this lady and her music. CAN I PLEASE HAVE IN A BOX, WITH BOW?

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