my augusts are full

~ Mari Adkins

Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
~ music & lyrics by JBF Wright

My Augusts are full of love.

Around this time nineteen years ago, I met Preston. 1992.

August 14, 2007, I said goodbye to caffeine on a regular, daily basis.

Thomas received his kidney transplant August 20, 2007.

My life is better for all of these things, and for them I’m grateful.

Published by Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.