GrubStreet Instructor, marketing consultant, writer, and mother of two, Allison Pottern Hoch knows how important support can be to fostering a creative life. She’ll be covering this topic and more in her class Writing Like a Parent, Parenting Like a Writer on July 20th, but until then read on to learn more about grants, scholarships, residencies and more for writers who are parents.

The June 2019 edition of "Writing Life Essentials," a monthly hand-curated list of contests, grants, scholarships, submissions calls, and awards, with a focus on opportunities that are at least one of the following: local, free to apply, and/or committed to celebrating and supporting writers from historically marginalized communities. We do the research, so you have more time for what matters: the writing. Or, the summer solstice festivities. That matters too.

The May 2019 edition of "Writing Life Essentials," a monthly hand-curated list of contests, grants, scholarships, submissions calls, and awards, with a focus on opportunities that are at least one of the following: local, free to apply, and/or committed to celebrating and supporting writers from historically marginalized communities. We do the research, so you have more time for what matters: the writing. Or, the memorial-day-weekend trip planning. That matters too.

Inspired by Grub Instructor Jonathan Escoffery's essay Bad Literary Citizen: When Is It Ok to Protect Your Head Space? Grub’s Editorial Intern Sarah Sturman scours the literary internet to find articles, essays, and other resources that engage in the debate surrounding literary citizenship—how and when to give back, today’s citizenship classism, and why it’s okay to focus on your own work.

In his GrubWrites post on literary citizenship, Grub Instructor Jonathan Escoffery poses a good question, one that many people seem to struggle with: when is it okay to refrain from acts of literary citizenship in order …

By Katrin Schumann

It wasn't until I saw the tiny opening that we were supposed to crawl through that I started to panic. I was in Mexico, just about to clamber into a sweat lodge with seven strangers. I frantically scanned their faces to see if anyone else was also realizing that this plan was clearly nutso.

Everyone seemed perfectly calm.