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.

Showing posts with label Time. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Borrowed Time

Time, as we think of it, does not exist.

Some speak of borrowed time, as if we could stack up units of time like bricks, and borrow a few when we run short. When we’re young, we think of time as endless. Actually, we don’t think about time at all because it seems endless, and we think we have forever to do whatever we want, and if we don’t feel like working on it today, we always have tomorrow. Or the day after.