bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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Room Porn

August 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on HOUSE WE HAVE A HOUSE: we have decided to renovate our kitchen and master bath before we move in. This  involves about 9,000 tiny decisions, but thankfully, my husband has been looking at porn for years. ROOM PORN, that is, which is an actual thread on reddit. And so now, like any couple with a healthy marriage, we look at porn together. Here’s some of our favorites:

OOOOOOH COLOR BLOCKS

OHHHHH YES

MMMM SUCH CLEAN LINES

I COULD TOTALLY PEE IN THERE

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humble thyself in the sight of the Lord

August 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think it goes without saying that lately, things have been going pretty darn great for me. But then Saturday, I flitted out of a nice dinner with friends, en route to my play, to find my car COVERED IN BIRD POOP. Not the car to the right of my car. Not the car to the left. ONLY MY CAR. I’m going to take it as a gentle reminder of a hymn I used to sing in youth group, which I think went something like:

Humble thyself in the sight of the Lord

Humble thyself in the sight of the Lord

Or he

will send birds to poop

poop on your carrrrrrr

Yes he

will send birds to poop on your carrrrrrrr

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THIS IS PERFECT PICTURE 

August 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

This is Us was honored at the TCAs last night! The cast and exec producers somehow managed to get this PERFECT AND AMAZING PICTURE.


I must find out what the photographer shouted to obtain it. I feel like it could’ve been anything from NOW A SASSY ONE! Or BE YOUR UNABASHED TRUE SELF! Or simply CELEBRATE! Whatever it was, said Photographer deserves their own paperweight trophy for making each of these magnificent people release any and all self consciousness and simply just BE. 

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LILY. TOMLIN.

August 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on The Cake is really just the Gift that keeps on Giving: LILY TOMLIN. Backstory: a few weeks ago, a lovely woman named Geri reached out to me — she read about The Cake in the paper, and recognized my last name, because she grew up in Brooklyn with my Grandmother Roberta, who passed away a while back, who I have always longed to know more about. Geri lives in Florida, but sent one of her dear friends to see the play, who just so happens to be another lovely lady who, for me, will always be the brilliant comedienne who is responsible for the most stunningly accurate toddler impersonation the world has EVER SEEN:

And so last night, one Ms. Lily Tomlin came to see The Cake, and as per, after there was a lot of hand shaking, hugging, half-sentences, and just a whole lot of Glee, just in general.

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Wine Again

August 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on What did I ever do to Deserve this Wonderful life, and When Will it blow up in my Face, or Will it Ever, or is worrying That it Will actually it Slowly Blowing up in my Face: Our short film Again got into the NAPA VALLEY FESTIVAL! Basically this means that we now have double reason to go to Napa, wine AND screening of something we made. Does life get better? No? I’m actually completely fine with that.

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effective marketing

August 3rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I somehow ended up on the Upper Middle Class Women who love Tshirts that Say Socially Conscious Things especially if they are Soft listserv, and I’m not mad at it. Last week I got an email advertising this shirt from Everlane / The Human Rights Campaign:

Within SECONDS I had ordered one, because I am in fact 100% human, by which I mean 100%  SUSCEPTIBLE TO MARKETING THAT IS GEARED DIRECTLY AT ME.

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Uncanny Vallivia

August 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh hi, what’re you up to today? Are you at work or working out or creating something? Hey, good for you. Oh, me? I’m just going to spend the entire day staring at these pictures my mom sent me of niece Olivia hanging out with a creepy doll because honestly: best thing I’ve seen in days. Each picture is a skittle but for your eyes. Here’s a select few:

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‘when you hit a wall, just kick it in’

August 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday we lost a brilliant playwright / thinker / actor / human, Sam Shepard, to Lou Gehrig’s disease. Just as every theater person ever has now expressed on the internet: I, too, was obsessed with his plays in college and grad school: Buried Child, True West, Fool for Love, Curse of the Starving class. They taught me how a play could be a poem that was alive,  but that also contained active human beings who want things. His characters are brutally honest and his imagery is effortless. In his honor, I’m spending my lunch break hanging out with his memory via some of his quotes.  A few favorites:

“Look it – you start out as an artist, I started out when I was nineteen, and you’re full of defenses. You have all of this stuff to prove. You have all of these shields in front of you. All your weapons are out. It’s like you’re going into battle. You can accomplish a certain amount that way. But then you get to a point where you say, “But there’s this whole other territory I’m leaving out.” And that territory becomes more important as you grow older. You begin to see that you leave out so much when you go to battle with the shield and all the rest of it. You have to start including that other side or die a horrible death as an artist with your shield stuck on the front of your face forever. You can’t grow that way. And I don’t think you can grow as a person that way, either. There just comes a point when you have to relinquish some of that and risk becoming more open to the vulnerable side, which I think is the female side. It’s much more courageous than the male side.”

“I hate endings. Just detest them. Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster. … The temptation towards resolution, towards wrapping up the package, seems to me a terrible trap. Why not be more honest with the moment? The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving towards another beginning. That’s genius.”

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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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