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, May 21, 2015

Picking Up the Scraps

Death leaves a scar. Once we have experienced grief, it never completely leaves. Grief sits behind us for the rest of our lives.

I realized this in the early months of my grief as I drove away from Judy’s house. She opened up a dark chapter in her past and shared her husband’s death three years before from cancer to help me. Although she was about to remarry, and was happy again, her eyes still held sadness.

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