A WRITER'S WIT: MAUREEN F. MCHUGH

It was spring, the barren time in March when you cannot be sure if it is really warmer, but you are so desperate for change that you tell yourself the mud at the edge of the sidewalk is different than winter mud and you are sure that the smell of we soil has suddenly a bit of the scent of summer rains, of grass and drowned earthworms. And it has, because it is spring and inside the ground something is stirring.
Maureen F. McHugh
Author of China Mountain Zhang
Born February 13, 1959

M. F. McHugh

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