The colored bits of glass, stones and metal are strewn across the work table before me. I stir them with a searching finger. This is not an aimless pursuit, but one of waiting for the colors, texture, and my imaginings…
Little Colored Stones
Author: Rhea B. Riddle
I was born seventy three years ago in Owensboro Kentucky - a pretty little city perched along the Ohio River. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother and I have a rich heritage in memories from which to draw. I recently began blogging true stories and incidents that have occurred in my life. I am now writing some stories of pure fiction glazed with truth. My desire is to gratify the reader and glorify my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The Lord gifted me with humor and I enjoy passing it along.
Post Mother’s Day Reflections
[Editor’s note: we offer the following as a pick-me-up for the possible let-down after the passing of a holiday and for the uplifting of those who had a hard day instead of a pleasant one, and for the reminder of what…
Blue Bird of Happiness
(from: LESSONS LEARNED) Oh! I was jousted from a short nap. A bird was loudly singing in my back yard; I sat up quickly bumping my head on the flower basket that hung low over my head. “What had I…
Mid~April!
I wonder if I could paint for you a word picture of my mid-April some while back, and perhaps sketch a few of my thoughts? It is a golden day, the sun is warm, not hot; gentle breezes quietly stir…
Midnight Memories
Earlier in the evening I took a quick nap on the sofa, getting in a relaxed mood for the evening to come, as I slept the light dreaming I experienced seemed filled with the things I love; sound, music, beauty,…