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

Things still to love

August 11th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

It just so happens that I happened to visit NYC on a weekend with the most PERFECT WEATHER EVER, like air that you cannot even sense, not too hot, not too cold, a gentle breeze moving pizza into your face, in a good way. So I spent the last four days wandering all over the dang place, stopping and remembering what once was, nodding at what’s still there. I felt like telling people what their store used to be, how much my metro card used to cost, that’s where I used to get my tomatoes, that one time that I wrestled my friend in the street in front of that bar. I felt like an old woman who knew everything about what once was but that no one wanted to listen to. I felt back in love with the place: the fact thousands of people are just out and also wandering, or moving fast, and I get to look at them all, and I love to look at people, the way their pants hang, to guess what’s in their heads. The fact that here, everything private becomes public. Every corner is a tiny stage where a break up is happening. But my biggest love: the city’s sense of resilience. A few months ago, this beloved gourmet fry joint was destroyed in a tragic gas explosion. AND IT’S ALREADY COMING BACK.

Take THAT, faulty pipes, chance and tragedy and french fries and fate. New york OUT.

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August 10th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter



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August 9th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Blew a big wad of dough on this show yesterday and WORTH EVERY PENNY for a myriad of reasons that y0u can fully unpack in the great reviews if you like. You do not need me to list its merits. I mean, okay. It’s a hip hop musical about Alexander Hamilton with moments of Outkast, cabinet meetings turned into rap battles, beautiful ballads, an aching narrative question: who will tell your story? But the thing that really stuck out for me: Broadway audiences are mostly white. Sure.

But this is the first thing I’d seen on Broadway with a racially diverse cast that accurately reflected the diversity of our COUNTRY. And this diverse cast told us a story about the beginnings of this country. And that in itself was arresting. We need much much more of this.

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I live in the future

August 8th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I lived at 107 Christopher street, I used to think to myself, years from now, I will not live here anymore. I will stand outside of it and look at it and think:  that is where I used to live. Most every time I come back to NYC, I go to it and gaze at it, as its beneath changes from bakery to tiny pretentious restaurant to tiny pretentious restaurant to tiny pretentious restaurant to tiny pretentious restaurant and think, that is where I used to live, and I just stand there and let the moment be as profound as it possibly can be until an texting undergrad walks into me or a homeless person starts shouting at me.

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Grandmas do not play.

August 7th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: alright, Grandma, I’m taking off for the train station!

Grandma: Okay, did you eat anything yet?

Me: No, I was just gonna grab something.

Grandma: Okay, because I made you some snacks. (Presents the most beautifully and logically assembled bag of snack there ever was.) Just some cheese and crackers and some of my bread I made with my zucchinis from the garden and some fruit and nuts and some apple slices in orange juice so they won’t get brown, would you like that?


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something akin to infinity

August 6th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hi, I am in my first week of rehearsal for This! I think it’s gonna be great. In a game such as the Oregon Trail in which there are seemingly infinite choices — rations, rivers, bullets and deer, it’s fitting that with my game-inspired play of the same title there have been approximately INFINITY DRAFTS. I started writing it seven years ago, and I now have FIFTEEN VERSIONS. My favorite part, other than clogging my hard drive with mystical little native American girls that have since been cut, is that I am STILL finding old things that somehow still work, and it is STILL changing. Plays, you are rocks that change slowly over time, shaped by thought and rain.  Plays, you are the kind of rock that sometimes gets really small then gets really big then gets really small again.  Plays, you are not rocks at all.

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August 5th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ever since coming east for this trip, I can NOT for the life of me fall asleep like a normal person. I’ve never had trouble before passing out as if it were my job. But for some reason for the last week, I lie awake starving for corndogs (?), brain whirring with worry, everything from I SHOULD PLANT AN HERB GARDEN to WHAT IS THE REST OF MY LIFE to DO I HAVE SKIN CANCER to I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SHOT. At some point between 1 and 3 am I pass outside inside of an anxiety spiral, dream of living within in a giant sponge, wake hours later,  unsatisfied. The only, LITERALLY the only plus to apparently my new life is the vortex of awkward wedding photos I found at 2 am the other night after clicking an errant link which also accidentally sent me to porn. SO I’LL JUST LEAVE THEM HERE.

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babies of instagram

August 4th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I know that I live in LA and sometimes I watch John Hamm eat ravioli but the REAL celebs in my life are my cousins’ babies. I follow them on instagram, I see them take their first steps / chew their first grapes. I pretend to know them even if we’ve never met. Today I got to real life meet Carson, cousin Ella’s squishy little man. I played it cool at first, but eventually attacked him / told him I was a big fan of his work /  asked him for his autograph / he said sure / grabbed my boob.

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August 3rd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Things that have not changed in the last 30 years:

1.) My inability to not eat gummy bears if they are present

2.) The room where I stay in my grandparents’ house

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August 2nd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

My parents have been going to the same church since I was 3, so I’ve gotten to see it morph  to keep up with the times and also possibly the Kardashians over the  years. There’s an armed cop in the lobby, the Pastor’s on twitter, you can tithe via text, pretty much everyone’s in jeans,  there are three services: traditional, less traditional, and you are practically not even at church at all, greetings are given to those ‘watching at home online,’ and MOST RECENTLY:

But the same spirit of love and generosity and genuine worship prevailed as we connected to wifi / took notes on our phones / snuck pictures of the sanctuary for our blog.  Numbers that coordinated to bad children flashed above the wireless password, and parents snuck out  to rescue them from some tormented sunday school teacher. That was me when I was wee, coloring in Abraham drawings, misbehaving, unaware of where I even was.

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