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.

The Ravens… ?

The winter sky and the scraping winds on this early January morning send shivers of doom and foreboding through my cold, cold bones.  Even though I am warm and toasty in my home, and have piled on my sweats, socks,…

Highest Sanctuary

My husband napped; I had worn him out from shopping on the steep Tennessee streets.  So, I wandered around the grounds of our hotel; the grand old lady is named after the town, “The Gatlinburg Inn.” She is an immense,…

Night Falls

Night falls, oh yes, it does.  The four dark corners untangle from the heavens falling in gentle folds sliding under the stars, and settling with great tenderness upon my world covering all the broken pieces of the day with the…

Keefer Pears & Honey Bees

Green-yellow heavy orbs with golden-brown mottling are bending the boughs of the Keefer pear tree.  The Honey bees are still in abundance, even though they are moving sluggishly in the cool late autumn days.  They love the pears and guard…

Runnning Through the Tall Grass

When preparing to write a Christian article my mind often turns to life experiences, and memories, rather than current events or suggestions of “how-to live for Christ in a daily fashion.”  I prefer to draw pictures with my words ~…