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

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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Je Jew!

July 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

For my 35th birthday, I gifted myself with a 23 and me kit. Basically you spit into a vial and give the vial to the mailman and a month later they email you and tell you who you are. I am proud to announce that Je 23.5% Ashkenazi Jew. My whole adult life I have called myself a quarter Jewish, since my grandma was Jewish, and because Math,  but maybe I was just sort of clinging  to the idea, as it connected to me some profound past that I longed for. But today, IT IS ACTUALLY TRUE. Based strictly on google image search of the words, I can only assume that this beautiful woman is my great great great grandmother:

As for the other 76.5 percent, it’s mostly mall parking lots, triscuits and hair ties but DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.

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Clothes.

July 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Got me some new overalls which are TECHNICALLY maternity overalls but they are also the most comfortable article of clothing I’ve ever owned and are honestly doing a bang up job making me feel less bad about All of the entire cakes I’ve been inhaling this past month and in my opinion are perfectly respectable SO CAN WE PLEASE JUST START CALLING MATERNITY CLOTHES WHAT THEY ARE WHICH IS ACTUALLY JUST CLOTHES? 

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where I go

July 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The last week has been VERY NERVE-WRACKING as we approach the final phases of home ownership, which PS, is something like riding a roller coaster made of documents and financial worry and broken printers, and you are only partially strapped in to your seat on this roller coaster, so every time you round a corner, you smack your forehead against the bar that is meant to protect you, then maybe you puke. But this remarkable thing has been happening in my head during this stressful time. When I get overwhelmed, my brain keeps taking me here:

Morrison and I standing in a massive and beautiful and humbling cave in Thailand, on our honeymoon in December, Christmas eve, drowning in our own sweat and a very specific joy that comes from being the farthest you’ve been from home, with the person you love the most. It was honestly one of the best days of my life. I want to believe our brains trap and hold images like this to soothe us when we start to break. Remember this?  Go here. Stay there for a minute. Better now? Okay, good. Back to your life.

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why to marry Morrison

July 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on marrying Morrison is perhaps the best thing I’ve ever done, a scene:

I happen upon a spider in the bathroom. I am horrified.

ME: SPIDER!!!!!

Morrison: where?

ME: IN THE BATHROOM!!!

Morrison enters calmly, softly, with a cup and a magazine. Softly, calmly, he kneels next to the spider.

Morrison: Hey, buddy, c’mon. Let’s go. You don’t need to be in here.

Ever so gently, he guides the spider into the cup, and even more gently, he carries and places the spider outside, where it can live its life.

Me: Did you just call the Spider Buddy?

Morrison:  It’s not his fault he’s a spider. It’s just who he is.

SWOON.

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Basicbucks

July 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I know I’m supposed to only love fair trade Ethiopian first cold pressed hints of earth nuts coffee, but I LOVE STARBUCKS AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.  They have sandwiches. They have bathrooms. They have almond milk. They take cards. They have this mobile app with which you can order your drinks from your phone, and then just pop in and pick them up. As a person who suffers from Obsessive Time Management Disorder, who plans pockets of seven minutes of time days in advance, who is deathly allergic to wasting any sort of time, it is a life changer. It means that I can just head in and grab my drink and NOT EVEN DEAL WITH THE UNKNOWN FACTOR OF HOW LONG THE LINE IS. Call me basic, call me a robot, but I am the  HAPPIEST MOST BASIC ROBOT THERE EVER WAS.

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RIP OFF

July 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I realized something yesterday: I’ve basically spent the last five years writing Kathy Bates in Fried Green Tomatoes over and over and over. Now that I’ve realized this, do I have any intention whatsoever of ceasing and desisting? NOPE.

MAY SHE LIVE FOREVER.

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playwright gamez

July 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I like to think that every playwright has their own coping mechanisms slash games to get themselves through the very vulnerable experience of sitting in a room with people as they watch your soul play out live for ninety minutes. My personal favorite: focus on the person who clearly does not want to be there. TRY AND WILL THEM TO WANT TO BE THERE BY STARRING AT THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD SO HARD IT MAKES YOUR EYEBALLS HURT. Whenever the person sighs heavily or even just slightly moves, convince yourself that you’re a hack. Start to draft an apology letter to the person in your head. BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, PLAY IS DONE / PAIN IS OVER / RUN AWAY FROM PERSON / NEVER DELIVER NOTE.

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theracake

July 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

So maybe I have had a slightly stressful last few weeks, all good kinds of stress, like joy and excitement stress, but stress none the less, and when je stress, JE BAKE. And so yesterday, I came home from work with a need to make a cake so immediate and so strong, it can only be described as FRANTIC. And so, je baked Paula Deen’s Pink Lemonade Cake.

Frosting heart brought to you by Morrison, who jumped in when I wasn’t sure what to put on the top other than the words FEELINGS CAKE.

Audiences at the Cake this weekend will get a taste of my anxiety,  which PS, tastes like butter and lemon and Paula Deen’s fingers after a day in the kitchen.

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