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

Courage, or?

December 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I’ve noted 100 times before,  so why not make it a lovely odd 101, I seem to exist in this intellectual in-between space, where I’m always playing devil’s advocate to polarizing ideas. But I read this quote last night from Dante’s inferno that really slapped me upside the head:  The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis. So does hovering in-between mean neutrality? And when did neutrality become evil? Maybe does  it take more courage to entertain two imposing ideas at once? Or is hovering in between just creative person speak for morally lazy? What is courage? What is neutrality? What are ideas? Why is hell? DISCUSS.

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bekah longbutt

December 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

While some girls butts are like little festive cupcakes on bakery counters, short like catch phrases, mine is like a run on sentence or maybe like a floor pillow that can hold multiple people.  Fortunately, there are Products designed for this. Not only did I get us a toilet with an ‘elongated seat’ for our new bathroom, I now have acquired jeans with a ‘a ten inch rise’ which is overpriced denim speak for ‘jeans that can hang with your long, long butt as it searches for the end to its thought, as it extends past time zones and ankles.’   *Note: pictured jeans are about 1/10th the size of my actual jeans on my actual butt. And also whatever you do, do not do a google image search for long butts.

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November 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A myriad of thank you’s to Morrison’s parents for sending us this epic and beautiful floral and succulent display that makes me feel like I’m royalty and I live in a Spa in a Castle on a Mountain and that I never buy my household items from Target (EXCEPT FOR YESTERDAY, AND EVERY OTHER TIME I’VE BOUGHT HOUSEHOLD ITEMS)

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November 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I spend the whole morning feeling like an open wound,  like everything stings and everything that doesn’t sting is completely falling apart and like nothing is safe and all tasks are undoable, but then I realize that I am in fact NOT having a profound life moment, I JUST HAD TOO MANY COFFEES. But also maybe it’s not just over-caffeination. MAYBE COFFEE WAS PUT ON EARTH TO TELL US THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR  LIVES THAT WE CANNOT BRING OURSELVES TO KNOW? SINCERELY, FOUR CUPS

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Ballistically speaking

November 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

North Korea just launched another ballistic missile, which naturally made me wonder, what exactly is a ballistic missile? Is it a crawl into the nearest sewer for safety kind of missile or a carry about your small and fragile life kind of missile? According to wikipedia, it is a ‘missile that is launched ballistically.’ OH OKAY GOT IT WIKI THANKS FOR THE WORDS NOW DO I CRAWL SCREAMING INTO THE SEWER OR NO

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November 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

YET ANOTHER STELLAR CAKE SET IN THE BOOKS, this time with cakes that glow like game show choices! I just adore it.  This beaut’s currently up at the Warehouse in Greenville, SC.  I just want to be there and watch him whisper to her, Think those cakes are real? and she says SHHHH Jeff be quiet the play is happening and then Jeff goes I KNOW I SAID I WOULD COME TO THE PLAY WITH YOU, I DIDN’T SAY I WOULD BE QUIET THE WHOLE TIME and she gets really tight and then softly goes, this is why we don’t make love anymore

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french women don’t get fat (?)

November 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I found this book on the floor of Mack’s car, and like most things found in friend’s cars I decided to MAKE IT MINE.  Apparently when she was in high school this was THE diet book, which is to say, when you go to high school in LA, there is more than one diet book. I don’t think diet books were a thing in NC high school, like at all.  It was more like, INTERMITTENTLY CONSUME AS MANY CLOVE CIGARETTES AND WENDY’S FRIED CHICKEN SANDWICHES AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. But I’m giving this one a read in my adult life. The charming french writer, who also runs Veuve Cliquot Champagne, claims that American women get and stay fat because they eat standing up, exercise manically without intention, and deny themselves their pleasures so aggressively that they end up face deep in a bowl of cake batter. French women, comparably, indulge their pleasures, never over do it, don’t work out, but instead walk and take in the world, eat bread and cheese and wine mindfully. American women talk and think obsessively about weight loss, while French women have more brain space and conversation space to actually engage in ideas OKAY WE GET IT, THE FRENCH, YOU’RE BETTER THAN US. But  as much as I want to deep fry this woman and dip her in ranch as she tells me about her whimsical childhood filled with loose teas and baguettes, I do think there’s value to her theory. A lot. I want more space in my brain. I want mornings gazing out the window and bread with dinner. I want pleasure and pinot noir and tiny pats of butter. JE VEUX ETRE FRANCAIS. Or Frances. I would also settle for just being Frances.

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November 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter



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miss a moment / make a moment

November 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Next year, my parents will have been married for 40 years. (From what I can surmise from their relationship, the keys to a long lasting marriage are patience, communication and two televisions.) My uncle David was supposed to sing a song at their wedding, but wasn’t able to make it. And so last night, fireside, some 39 years later, he made it up to them, and then some. The lesson here?  Don’t beat yourself up over missed moments,  because you can always make up for it later, organically even,  when the time is right. OTHER LESSON, WHEN OUTSIDE AT NIGHT IN NEAR WINTER TIME IN VIRGINIA, WEAR ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU BROUGHT, AND PERHAPS EVEN MORE CLOTHING. COVER YOURSELF IN ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU CAN FIND; ENJOY.

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November 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I’m sure all five of you noticed, my blog was non-existent yesterday for some reason, and so for maybe the third time in ten years, I couldn’t tell you what kind of gummy bear I was eating or what I was worried about. THANK GOD IT’S BACK UP TODAY, so I can tell you how grateful I am for these particular turkeys:

My Dad, who has just acquired his dream retirement home and life on Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia:

And my niece nugget Olivia, who mostly enjoys making faces at herself in the mirror.


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