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

COMING SOON TO MY LOWER BODY NEAR YOU

November 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

It is requiring every fiber of my rational adult being to not order these Christmas leggings

NO WAIT YEAH, I JUST ORDERED THEM

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PRIDE

November 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I have always been a very careful person, I walk gingerly across anything that’s not a smooth and flat surface, I’ve never broken a bone or done anything physically daring that could be categorized as ‘gnarly,’ I’ve fought in zero wars, I refuse to jump from an airplane and even feel unsettled on a motorized scooter SO PLEASE LET ME BE REALLY PROUD OF MY GNARLY BRUISES, FROM THAT SUPER GNARLY TIME A NURSE TRIED TO PUT AN IV NEEDLE IN MY ARM A FEW DIFFERENT TIMES. NEEDLE GNAR IS LIFE, THE REST IS JUST DETAILS #SPORTS

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I WROTE THIS (?)

November 6th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I truly don’t understand how I’ve made it through any previous Christmases without this Hallmark movie. I discovered it last night, because November. It’s Romeo and Juliet, but the feuding families are NEIGHBORING CHRISTMAS TREE FARMS, aptly named, the Spruces, and the Pines. They had me at this alone, but then it faithfully continued to check every single one of my boxes:

  • A love interest girl with a perfect blowout and the most amazing collection of snow boots, who is studying horticulture in college
  • A love interest guy who wears nothing but cowboy boots and reminds his love interest and the audience in every scene that he’s from Texas
  • A character named Bear who’s a big guy who cuts down the trees and is constantly shamed for eating Pastries
  • A scene in which the love interests drink tea that’s made from pine needles steeped in water (?)
  • a random scene in which an Soldier, fresh off the plane home from Iraq, gets given a tiny Christmas tree, just because
  • Letters from a dead Mom
  • Letters from a dead mom discovered in a secret box of Christmas tree ornaments
  • Fake coldness
  • Dads wearing winter work Coats
  • thirsty background people tucked into scarves and hats
  • A single random Christmas tree in the middle of a baseball field
  • A flash forward at the end to a Christmas Day wedding
  • the traditional 900 clearly empty coffee cups and rolling suitcases
  • THE GENERAL AND OVERWHELMING FEELING THAT CHRISTMAS IS WHEN LOVE AND FAMILY AND FORGIVENESS HAPPEN
  • THE GENERAL AND OVERWHELMING FEELING THAT I WROTE THIS MOVIE (DID I WRITE IT?)

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Why to write for Kids

November 4th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter
I very highly recommend writing plays that feature kid actors BECAUSE OF THEIR CLOSING NIGHT CARDS, SPECIFICALLY.
HE LOVES ME, OKAY? AND MAYBE I LOVE HIM TOO

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Fire Season

November 2nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve now lived in LA long enough to be aware of Fire Season, and of the fact that it’s getting worse and worse. (I’ve been so lucky so far to not have any of the fires come close to where I live, KNOCK ON ALL OF THE FLAMMABLE WOOD EVER.) Suddenly there’s surreal images of familiar places on fire and cars stuck in traffic next to it, as if it’s not even there. You wake up with a sore throat for no reason. But the worst part of all: at the beginning, before you’ve checked your phone to see that everything is now Fire, you go outside smell Campfire, and it warms you and makes you smile, makes you feel cozy and want to grab a guitar or at least a marshmallow, AND THEN YOU REALIZE IT’S THE SMELL OF SOMEONE’S HOUSE BURNING, and you feel terrible, and it’s a gutting reminder of the impermanence of things, and you go back inside and look at all of your Things and Things and Things, and imagine it all on fire, and yourself in the middle of it.

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