Pia Sieroty Spector is a 3rd generation Californian. At age 18, she abandoned the smoggy Los Angeles sprawl for Northern California where she studied architectural history at UC Santa Cruz. She then ventured to the humid and mysterious south where she studied, traveled abroad and received a Masters in Art History from Emory University. She […]

Just about seven years ago, as I was ending a bad marriage, helping my teenage girls find their way, trying to heal me and us and, simultaneously, dreading all the work I needed to do as a woman, a mom, a daughter, a partner and a professional, I fell into a writing group.

No one likes to grieve. Grief is like anxiety; it lingers in the gut, it increases and decreases rapidly, tears come at odd times — each hour is punctuated by not knowing when the tears, the fear or the desperation will rise again.