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

I talk, he listens, I don’t

June 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think I don’t even listen to myself when I talk. I’m just sort of whirring around the house, doing 900 things, thinking some things, saying some of them out loud, and Morrison takes the most ridiculous and most important things and writes them down in the notes section of his phone, WHICH IS WHY I got this amazing flowing robe shirt thing for my birthday:

because at some point in the last year while stomping through the house declaring and straightening things, I said I NEED A FLOWING ROBE SHIRT  probably followed by DID WE CALL THE PERSON ABOUT THE THING and DID YOU READ ABOUT THE OTHER THING and HAVE WE DECIDED WHEN WE WERE DOING THAT? Please note his note-taking diligence is ALSO why we forever know that one point I actually said to him, ‘Let’s not mince hairs.’

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Quick Check-in with World

June 28th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I’m developing a play or musical, I tend to stick my head up its butt and ignore the tense and divisive and sometimes horrible things happening in the world, which is both blessing and curse. There’s a part of me that wants to not get bogged down by these things so I can work — and then there’s another part of that knows that these things matter, that they can’t be ignored, that they must inform whatever I’m working on. I must disconnect from the world in order to work, but not so much that I don’t understand it anymore. I’ll just keep hovering here between those two extreme feelings, but in the meantime, a quick check in with World:

  • Harris and Warren debated real Good, I’m stoked on them, NOT JUST BECAUSE THEY TOOK A PRE-GAME SELFIE.
  • All people, ESPECIALLY CHILDREN, deserve dignity, empathy, and care, REGARDLESS OF THE ACTIONS OF THEIR PARENTS.


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Dad; Dad

June 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My Dad met Chris Coffey, the actor who plays the Dad in my Dad play, and they told Dad jokes while wearing different kinds of Dad shirts and drank Dad drinks and I felt so daughter-y and EVERYTHING WAS DAD, tucked safe beneath the tree of Dad, hovering near tears.

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Two Kinds of Babies

June 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes babies are human, like JAMES EDWARD BRUNSTETTER, born to my tiny baby brother Tim and his wife Sarah last week.

This kind of baby does not cripple you with creative anxiety, but it WILL, according to Tim, poop on your leg. There is another kind of baby, which is a new play:

This kind of baby will NOT poop on your leg, but WILL rip from you, through your sweat pores, all of your questions and insecurities and nerves and YES, SWEAT. Both bring joy. Here’s to both kinds of babies. WELCOME TO THE WORLD. It’s big, sometimes mean, usually kind. 💛

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Claudia Moment

June 22nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The yellow of my nails matches the yellow of my notebook paper which gives me a thrill that can only be described as a CLAUDIA MOMENT, which is when colors sync in a bright way as if you planned it, because you did, just like Claudia at every meeting of the Babysitter’s club, and somewhere, Ann Martin is writing a whole paragraph about it.

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June 20th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in Poughkeepsie for the week, accidentally twinning with Ingrid and workshopping the Notebook musical at New York Stage and Film. And while I can’t really share anything specific in terms of  who it is or when it is or what it is (YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS) I CAN share, with confidence, that this by far THE MOST INTENSE, MOST COMPLICATED, MOST FULLY EXHILARATING DEVELOPMENT PROCESS I HAVE EVER BEEN A PART OF. There’s my scenes, and then there’s the music, and both are living beasts that need to be fed and re-dresssed and fed again. I’ve never actually watched a group of people learn a song before, build it from notes to a number in twenty minutes. Nor have I ever properly placed lyrics in a script, or lined up sheet music with book, or located the exact moments when songs should begin or end, NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN MORE TIRED OR IN LOVE WITH PLAYS THAT HAVE SONGS IN THEM.

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June 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

This picture makes me so happy. Maybe I’m fetishizing but I keep looking at it for jolts of happy. EVERY BODY HAS A BODY / PLEASE BATHING SUIT COMPANY TAKE ALL OF THE MONEY I HAVE EVER HAD

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Father’s Day, or WOMEN FOREVER

June 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

| artist cred Farjana Sultana. |

Unrelated to Father’s Day (HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DAD! LOVE YOU! etc etc etc) I just saw a really stunning woman, I’d say in her early 70s, really alive and kind, the kind of person who’s voice you can always hear from across the room, and she was straight up unapologetically rocking her double mastectomy. She seemed so happy to be alive, and it was like breasts were friends she used to have in grad school, that she got rid of years ago because they were toxic, and sometimes she thinks about them but really, who needs them, because there’s so much now, in her life, and it made me wonder — if men had to cut their penises  off in order to live, would, I mean really, WOULD THEY? ASKING FOR SOCIETY

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Two Girls, One Forehead

June 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

New year, new license! L: 2019; R: 2015. Caption options:

  • Two very slowly aging cabbage patch kids
  • Two women, super gradually figuring out

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A Big Day.

June 12th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s the last day of my 36th year on earth, and it is time for grand changes to announce the passage of time to myself, and so sadly, inevitably, IT IS FINALLY TIME TO THROW AWAY THIS SPORTS BRA I GOT AT A GOODWILL IN CHAPEL HILL, NC IN 2003.

IN MY DEFENSE, AT THE TIME, IT WAS NEW. But over the years it has stretched to the size of a shirt,  lost all its elasticity and is about as supportive as the parents of a kid who says he wants to ‘make memes for a living’ (#SPORTSBRAJOKE / WHERE IS MAMRIE HART WHEN YOU NEED HER?)  I can’t tell you how many times over the last SIXTEEN YEARS I have pulled it out of the drawer and thought, is this the day? Are you the day? Is this over, bra? Suddenly, it is now. Why? Growth and change and SHAME / MOSTLY IT IS SHAME


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