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


July 11th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to my sister from another mister, miss Blaine BarbeeQ. Here’s to 16 more years of friendship. May our teenage children hide their beer from us and tell each other all of their secrets while we sit on the front porch drinking wine and feeling 16, entirely. 

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they are not you

July 10th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Of the 900 things that makes writing truthful characters tricky, here is one: when writing, you tend to put yourself in the character’s shoes / heels / boots. What would I do if I discovered this or experienced that? That’s one way to find a truthful human response to tragedy / joy / hot air balloons. But the problem then becomes — when a character does or says something that you wouldn’t do, it feels false. People don’t do that. That doesn’t feel real. But it’s not false. It could be perfectly truthful and human. It’s just not what you would do. And you are not everyone. You are one person attempting to create the brains and hearts of infinity others. Instead of focusing solely on your own thoughts and responses, open it up to all of them. Find a way to be everyone. Take rides in the avatars of others. Imagine what they might do, not just you.


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July 9th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

GOD BLESS AMERICA AND ITS CONCERTS,  ITS PEOPLE AND ITS PEOPLE’S MUSIC, particularly from the mid-90s, even more particularly the music played at proms, most particularly Boyz II Men and En Vogue, who I witnessed last night lifting the spirits of thousands of people, black and white and in-between, up and out of the muck of life.

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July 8th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on social media is ruining us, she noted, while laying content at the feet of the New Gods: Have you noticed that now, whenever anything terrible is happening, which is to say, basically every day — you MUST post something related to the tragedy, or you are selfish? Or at least, this is how you are made to feel?  To avoid being perceived as a clueless narcissist, something must be said. And so we all take to our text boxes. But how often is feeling actually attached to it? Is it truly our voice or just our chance to be liked in a way that we can measure and quantify? And what are we even saying?  EVEN MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHAT ARE WE DOING?

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July 7th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

My creative thoughts always feel slightly disconnected from earth.  I try and bring them down, make them real, but I can’t really gather them.  I try and touch them but they’re made of bounce or whimsy or cartoon. There is a candy film between myself and Them. I can only conclude that thoughts are a bunch of multi-colored helium balloons,  colorful and filled with air and tied to a chair at a kid’s birthday party. They will wilt by morning. They will not fit in the trash.

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July 6th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of the best things about getting hitched is gaining whole new chunk of kin and assuming all of their babies as your own. On the Fourth of July, as if they planned it, Morrison’s little sister Emily and her husband Bil welcomed wee (10 POUNDER) Morrison John, after Emily’s big brothers, or Mojo for short:

Welcome to the fam, Mojo!  I can’t wait to protect you from yourself and counsel you when you are a budding scientist or DJ or DJ Scientist and BREAKING ALL OF THE HEARTS WITH THESE.

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on whether I should travel internationally

July 5th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: Hurray, we booked the hotel for the Hong Kong leg of our honeymooooooooon!

Morrison: Thank you for the exposition! Very exciting. It’ll be my first time in Asia!

Me: Mine too!


Me: Hmm?

Morrison: You’ve been to Asia.

Me: No, I haven’t.

Morrison:….You’ve been to Russia.

Me: Yes I have.

Morrison:….which is in Asia.

Me: I feel like you’re making this up.

Morrison: Nope.


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July 4th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

You could

1.) use a calendar

2.) spy on me  until you find me AT MY MOST EXTREME HAPPY spending an entire day crafting a flag cake

3.) wait for the sky to explode

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woman cannot live by bread alone

July 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Unless of course she made the bread herself with her own hands*,  in which case she can feed off of her own self-satisfaction and breathe in her arrogance and shelter herself with her newly found inflated sense of superiority.  IN CASE IT’S NOT CLEAR, I MADE BREAD.

*by which I of course mean the KitchenAid standing mixer which Blaine and Carrie gifted us off or our registry, but you know, measuring things and locating powdered milk and figuring out how to snap on the dough kneader attachment was truly a challenge.

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I live on the land

July 2nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hi, I live in America.  Chances are, you do too. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? It’s rare that we see what this truly means. We are so blessed  and so American that we don’t fully grasp what it means to not live here. I  rarely note the powers that be, mostly when I pay taxes or stand in line at the DMV or click and read. I have yet to really come head to head with frustrating or unfair laws. I have to yet to require assistance that my country then provides, or at least not in a way that I can see.  I am protected by invisible forces that zip by my periphery.  I am so blessed with riches and nitrocellulose and color and coffee table and freedom and time that I can, in fact, paint my nails to match my country and call it patriotism. America is a blind spot. It is a mayonnaise haze. It is forever floating in circles in your friend’s nice pool that you need a key code to access, but she has given it to you, so hurray for you. There is never not water there.

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