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

NORMAN. FREAKING. LEAR.

July 31st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, NORMAN LEAR, I repeat, NORMAN FREAKING LEAR — American icon, hero, creator of television that reflects America back to itself, television that is funny and truthful and bold, SOMEHOW WINDED UP AT MY PLAY. He apparently received applause just for walking into the theater. As soon as I got word that he was there, I immediately drove over in hopes of meeting him after.

At 95 years old, he was lovely and patient and kind and stayed after to talk to the actors. He said words to us like ‘stunning’ and ‘heart’ and we said words to him like ‘honor’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘wow’ and ‘Norman Lear.’ I can’t fully remember the moment so I’m glad I at least have a picture of it. I have never more fully felt a compliment. In it, I felt every year of my life. It even kicked me into the future, with a sense of responsibility. Keep doing what Norman did. (But also what he does. The man STILL produces TV.) HEY THANKS FOR THE CAREER DEFINING MOMENT, NORM!

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FRAILTY THY NAME IS GARLIC BREAD

July 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

To whoever was apparently straight up baking garlic bread outside the spinning studio this morning:  NOT COOL, BRO. Whatever resolve we spinners have summoned to exercise is fragile. We teeter on the edge of stuffed french toast and sweet potato fries. We spin through sides of maple butter and ranch like Brunch was chasing us in a car. IS THERE REALLY NO OTHER PLACE TO MAKE YOUR BREAD AND ALSO CAN I HAVE SOME

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the talkback

July 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

There’s some DRAMA happening in the theater community right now (DRAMA? GET IT? DO YOU GET IT? NO? THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PERSONAL PROBLEM) because super famous tiny glasses playwright man David Mamet has officially forbidden theaters from holding audience talkbacks after his plays. In fact, if a theater is found doing such an abhorrent thing, they could be fined $20,000. He feels really strongly that plays are not meant to be publicly dissected after the fact, but how can we expect an audience to come and engage in our work, but then not listen to them after? I was pretty against Mamet’s stance. UNTIL. Last weekend, after a reading of a new play of mine:

Audience member: You know, you’re really much prettier than the pictures show.

Me:….thank you…?

Audience member: really, you’re much better looking in person. Your pictures aren’t very good.

Me: haha! Right! Um. I’m not very good. At taking pictures.

Audience member: you’re really not. You should really get them re-done.

Me: THANK YOU SO MUCH I WILL REALLY THINK ABOUT THAT.

TALK BACKS FOREVER CANCELLED.

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WHAT A FEEEEEEEEELING

July 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

This morning, we went to OUR HOUSE for the first time as PEOPLE WHO OWN A HOUSE which is to say, HOME OWNERS. We frolicked around and laughed like idiots and blasted the central air in our faces and planned where to put things. It was the best feeling.  It could be described as Joy, but more specifically: it’s the feeling of all the years you have lived and all of the years you have yet to live forming walls around you. The past — the ceiling, the present — the floor, and the future suspended inbetween. AND YOU HAVE  A KEY TO IT.

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wonderbekah 

July 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


I’m a fairly self conscious person, so it’s kind of surprising how at the gym, I somehow always feel like I’m the only person there, or like I’m invisible, cloaked in a tarp of back sweat and the dust from lightly salted almonds and gently used old navy active wear. But this morning, I was Seen. An older man clocked me on a break between (lady) push ups, and said to me, with great sincerity, WAY TO GO, WONDERWOMAN! And I was moved. I mean, it is was MOVING. I suddenly felt like I could do at least another seven to eight (lady) push ups. It’s not often, by which I mean never at all, that I think of myself as physically Strong. Older Man at the gym: thank you for seeing me. OKAY, OFF TO LIFT BUILDINGS OFF OF CARS. 

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Big kids 

July 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

This morning, Morrison and I signed our loan documents, meaning we are officially almost HOMEOWNERS! I can’t imagine a better way to close out a process that has been stressful and terrifying and exhilarating and the reason I’ve consumed approximately 12 bottles of Rose and 37 packets of emergen C In the last week than with JOKEZ. And so here we are, pretending to sign the giant coloring book kept in the escrow office, to occupy kids while their parents sign:


Because homeowners or not, we are still, in our own way, the kids. THERE ARE LEGIT FRUIT SNACKS IN MY OVERALLS RIGHT NOW. 

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WORST WORDS

July 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Oh hi, would you like to hear two perfectly lovely innocent words that become horrible when put together and used to describe the portable bathrooms on film sets? 

HONEY. WAGON.

THEY ARE CALLED HONEY WAGONS BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE WORDS ‘PEE TRUCK’ AND ‘POOP CART’ WERE NOT AVAILABLE. HONEY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. 

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This picture explains why 

July 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Why I:

- started writing plays 

- haven’t gone more than 3 days without working out in 18 years 

- fetishize cool ranch Doritos 

- feel a deep shame after I eat cool ranch Doritos 

- now I want Doritos 

- but see if I eat them then I have to work out for 5 hours 

- SEE?! IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE / STARTS WRITE PLAY ABOUT SAID CYCLE

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Edible pink lemonade 

July 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

LOOK, MA! PINK LEMONADE CAKE COOKIES BECAUSE WHIMSY AND STRESS! 

No but really, these gals not only filled two hours with purpose and charm, they taste like you made them from your toy kitchen where you lived out your first kitchen dreams, and which is to say, like 1988 but pink. 

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How to hide from your feelings and also the world 

July 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


FIND AIR CONDITIONED DARK ROOM 

PREFERABLY ONE THAT SERVES POPCORN

IF THEY HAPPEN TO MAYBE PLAY A MOVIE TOO, THAT’S NICE

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