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Strangers Connect Over Powerful Stories at Boston's First Write-In

June 21, 2017 | Eve Bridburg

Why We're Hosting Boston's First Write-In

 Join us on May 19th, 12-2pm, for a city-wide Write-In on the front steps of the Boston Public Library.

 

To celebrate our 20th anniversary this year, we’re hosting a big party, Forever Young, for our entire community over the Muse Conference weekend, and we’re planning for an all-star Lit-Up, our annual gala, in early October. But given the historical context we find ourselves in, celebrations alone don’t feel sufficient for marking this milestone. Last year, we announced a new mission, to foster meaningful stories by removing all barriers and developing voices of every type and talent, and we ...

April 28, 2017 | Eve Bridburg

The Writing Life

The Core of this Story has Been Inside Me All My Life: A Conversation with Author Jeanne Blasberg

Jeanne Blasberg’s debut, Eden, is a sweeping historical novel covering four generations of women in the Meister Fitzpatrick clan. Largely set in an exclusive beachside community, Eden explores what happens when affluence is lost and secrets are revealed. Blasberg gives readers a rare and fascinating multigenerational view of the patterns that are passed on from one generation to the next, revealing the traumas we can heal from and those we can’t

April 25, 2017 | Eve Bridburg

Interviews

Julio the Pool Boy and 12 Other Lessons from the Field: How We're Building a More Inclusive Writing Center

 

About a year ago, GrubStreet staffers Jonathan Escoffery and Sarah Colwill-Brown held a focus group with six students of color to find out more about their experiences in Grub classrooms and within our community at large. The group met in the evening in our small conference room overlooking the Boston Common. A large poster created by a locally famous ad man hung above the table

March 15, 2017 | Eve Bridburg

The Workshop

On Needlepoint & Sacred Spaces

Most nights, after a long day of work, I’m greeted first by my dog and then by my teenage son’s detritus – his backpack, sneakers, a sweater he’s shrugged off and let drop to the floor – littering the front hall and obstructing my path to the kitchen. Yelling at him doesn’t help nor does it feel good. Lately, I’ve taken to calmly opening the front door and tossing all of his things outside while remarking that I think a rainstorm might be coming

December 26, 2016 | Eve Bridburg

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