Last night, at a holiday party for LA playwrights, I met the above pictured Sheila Callaghan and Jason Grote: two incredible playwrights turned TV writers, who continue to write their messy and weird and theatrical plays and have them produced all over, while also having families, while also writing for the TV. In my narrow playwright brain world, they’re the person equivalents of say, Mark Ruffalo and Taylor Swift. That kind of celebrity.  I’ve admired them both from afar for forever, and have sent both of them shameless fan mail.  I stood there sandwiched between them, a Temple Grandin in holiday tights, trying to play it cool while they caught up. When Sheila introduced me to her friend as Bekah Broonster, I didn’t even blink, but rather decided that going forward, this is my new name.