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

Fresh Out

November 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

This Thanksgiving / Holiday season, I’ve noted a fun new festive quality in myself: COMPLETE AND UTTER VOID OF PATIENCE TO VIOLENT AND SOBBING DEGREES. While we were at Leatherwood, a mixup with our bank led to our mortgage payment not going through, and I had to wait, you know, 24 hours to be able to call them and sort it out, and so naturally, I lost my mind and I’m pretty sure I threw my phone on the floor. Last night, flying back to LA, my stupid entertainment screen did not work, nor did the internet, and so I slammed up my tray table and made sure Morrison and the entire airplane knew that my screen was not working, and it just wasn’t fair, because everyone else’s screens were working, and so MY screen should be working, WHY does everyone else get to watch a Seth Rogan movie while I have to sit in screaming airplane silence? (I should note that Morrison traded seats with me, because he is the best, and completely fine with the fact that he married a tall Baby. I then, you know. Watched a movie, as was my HUMAN RIGHT.) Obviously these big baby tantrums have nothing to do with money, or mortgage, or transfers, or movies, or air, and completely everything to do with my overall frustration with inability to control our baby quest, despite all of my attempts to do so. Here’s the hard truth I’ve learned, that I am still learning: you can have all of the money and doctors and access in the world, and it still doesn’t mean you will have a baby. Surely, it helps, it gets you closer, and I am so grateful everyday for our ability to throw money at this. But still: there is no guarantee, ever. And oftentimes, there is nothing to do but Wait, to sit with yourself, accept where you are, stew in Trust and Hope and Faith and Patience other words that go on Pillows. My Christmas promise (is this a thing?) to myself is to try, really really try, to accept and enjoy where we are, because objectively, OBJECTIVELY, it’s really not so bad, like perhaps even Great.

Posted in love, MAWWAGE., narcissism, the future, the making of babies, the worst, whining, words, worrying, YAY | No Comments »


November 28th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter


Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »


November 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

For our third anniversary, Most Amazing Husband Ever who happens to be Mine surprised me with a trip to Leatherwood Mountain resort where we got married, because year 3 is Leather, AND YES I AM JUST NOW PUTTING THIS TOGETHER (LEATHER WOOD.) It’s nestled (literally nestled) in the mountains in Ferguson, NC, It’s just as magical as we left it:

And we don’t want to ever leave, and so our only options are 1.) abandoning our lives, shipping Cracker here via Fedex or 2.) resolving to return to our lives but only after giving the gift shop all of our money in exchange for literally every magnet and coffee mug and hoodie they offer, then returning to our lives but becoming people who only talk about Leatherwood Mountains resort,

Like have you heard of it, and have you been there?, and we got Married there, and we are planning on going there again, and please just Bury us there.

Posted in a lot, i am lucky | No Comments »

This View

November 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I have been all over the world, to the bottom of a cave in Thailand, the mansion where they filmed The Sound of Music in Austria, the top of a mountain in Canada, a gas station outside of Beaver, Oklahoma that sold both jewelry and hot dogs, but this, THIS, the view out the back of my Grandparents’ house in Davidsonville, Maryland, IS MY MOST FAVORITE VIEW. See if you can find the tire swing I refused to go on out of cautious fear, that my uncle once climbed a tree to hang; see if you can smell that one time we deep fried the turkey. 💛🍂

Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

How to flirt with a Child

November 22nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m DELIGHTED to share that there is a British Boy’s Soccer team staying in the hotel where I’m currently shacked up. I got home last night to find a lobby full of antsy limbs and ADORABLE ACCENTS. And so when I found myself in the elevator with one of them this morning, I couldn’t help but try and make a moment.

Me: What sport do you guys play?

Child (with adorable accent): Football.


Child: Football.

Me: Please say it one more time.



Child nods, terrified.

The elevator opens and the boys runs off of it like it’s on fire, or like I actually am Fire.


Posted in ...sports?, a lot, ha, how interesting, i am a grown up | No Comments »


November 20th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I feel like Rage doesn’t suit me. It’s not my natural or go-to state. The closest thing I think I’ve felt in the past is frustration, which is a gateway drug to Rage, the Diet Coke of Rage, Rage’s short friend from college who she sees Sometimes, and Wow, I could make those metaphors all day. But lately I feel so much of it, and it’s like my body and brain and heart don’t know how to process it because it’s so New. It gets Big and Hot and Mean but when it comes out, it’s a cute sputter, it’s a Bee trapped in a cupcake case, buzzing around pointlessly, stinging the glass.

Posted in a lot, silly, the making of babies, trying too hard, whining, worrying | No Comments »

Jesus in Maryland

November 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in Olney, Maryland for the week to workshop Teen Mary Magdalene hearts Teen Jesus musical at the Olney Theater Center, which is very exciting and career and work and play development and yay but MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM IN MY FAVORITE WEATHER DURING MY FAVORITE MONTH. Growing up, we went to my grandparents’ in Davidsonville, Maryland every year for Thanksgiving, and its cloudiness, it’s very specific sort of cozy cold, are things I long for whenever it turns November. I can’t believe this is my view, all week.


Posted in a lot, holidays, i am lucky, the writing of drama plays, theater, YAY | No Comments »

Feelings Recipes

November 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of my new favorite things to do is to write Feelings Recipes, by which I mean, listing out not only ingredients but also the Feelings I put into whatever I cooked. And so I present to you this vegan pasta:

With turmeric chickpea noodles, Avoidance, roasted carrots and cauliflower, DESPAIR, onion and garlic, DREAD, roasted cherry tomatoes, kale, FRESH HOPE GRATED ALL OVER THE TOP OF IT (TASTES LIKE CHEESE)

Posted in food, generally, ha, whining, worrying, YAY | No Comments »

But have you tried

November 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The other day at my acupuncturist, and other words that LA people start sentences with, my gal Dr. Hong removed the needles from my face, and suddenly, without warning or explanation, started to light me on fire. Turns out it’s called Moxa, it’s an ancient Chinese practice whose ‘intention is to warm and invigorate the flow of Qi in the body and dispel certain pathogenic influences.‘ Tiny pods of mugwort are burnt around the body to increase circulation and blood flow and something with Qi. In simpler terms, she lit me with 100 tiny fires, some on my toes, some on my stomach, and it was lovely, and for the rest of the day, Morrison wouldn’t come near me because he said I smelled like Smoked Salmon. I don’t know what it did to my Qi, or if I even have Qi, because somedays, I feel like I left my Qi somewhere, took it off, put it in the wash, forgot to dry it, and now it’s molding there in the machine. But maybe, actually, my Qi is now pulsing, flowing, creating life, or at least okayness, which somedays, is Life.

Posted in a lot, factual smarts, ha, hmmmmm, how interesting, i am a grown up, the making of babies, worrying, YAY | No Comments »

Christmas Carrot

November 12th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first Christmas in LA, something like 7 years ago? I purchased a faux Christmas Tree from Target with my mostly Jewish roommates. This tree has been coming out of its cardboard box on December 1st, its pieces weirdly slotting into each other and creating Tree, every Christmas since. BUT THIS YEAR, I decided to check, just to CHECK, to see if there might be anywhere in driving distance of LA where one can cut down and their own Christmas tree. AND DAMNIT, OF COURSE THERE IS. My November is full of deadlines and waiting and work and so I’m just going to let this LA Cut down your own Christmas Tree day be my carrot to pull me through it all. AND DAMNIT, I DON’T CARE IF IT’S 80 OUT, I’LL BE COVERED IN SCARVES.

Posted in holidays, things that I Have, trying too hard, YAY | No Comments »

« Previous Entries

Bekah's Info



Recent Posts