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.

Shadows of Christmas

In twenty-two minutes, it will be Christmas again. I stand in the silvered, but tarnished half hidden light of a frozen moon, and wait expectantly.  In the full light of the day around half-past morning, my family will arrive, and…

The Edge of My Mountaintop

Was it the heavy breeze of midnight that beckoned so sweetly Perhaps the moon flickering signals through fresh green boughs. Ah, it was a clarion call, high-toned sound of brass weeping in awe Enticing my adventurous soul once again to…

Blessings Upon Blessings

It is early evening, the long lazy summer has arrived, and God has laid His warming hand on us.  From my side door, I watched as the young willow tree filled over and over again with songbirds.  They were taking…

A Lovely Moment

I slumped in my deck chair; my eyes level with the bowl of the metal bird bath.  It was a pleasant view covered as it was with a greenish patina on the metal.  I had filled it with fresh water…