Who I am.

I write about the landscape of grief, nature, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, my essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 50 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. I’ve won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and my work has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. My account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with my wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. http://www.markliebenow.com.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Grief is a Rose is a Rose is a What?


Let’s see if I can say this without getting sappy. “Rose” and “grief” will be used interchangeably.

A rose is a rose is a rose. Well, yes and no. Grief IS what it is, but all griefs are not the same. Gertrude Stein said that to make a point, that each rose in unique, different. (Unlike hybrid corn where each ear is a clone to millions and millions of other clone ears.) 


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