Timarie Friesen
writer of stories,
poetry, articles
 

Here's a short story I wrote titled, "Savannah's Gravity and Grace." It came from a writing prompt from the writers' group I belong to,...

I walked in an Iowa cornfield looking for leftover scraps. Whole, dried corncobs deter squirrels from climbing onto our bird feeder, so I...

The mouse nibbled three holes and out spilled birdseed. I couldn’t blame him for wanting both food and warmth. But with masking tape I...

Other writers publish their books and have their stories read. The world tweets about it and buzzes with their words. I stand at a fork...

I used to write about chickens. My mom had a coop full of fancy, French hens and they became characters in books I would create for her...

The Secret Garden movie, released in August 2020, offers colorful landscapes and snapshots from Frances Hodgson Burnett’s original story...

If our words – those said aloud, written down, or typed out – sat lined up like pumpkins in a field to be picked, what would they...

On Monday, I made revisions to my blog post from last Friday after a lady in my local writers’ group offered feedback. When I attempted...

The shore stretched out where the water usually flowed. After a long, dry summer, the river sank low. Now the autumn winds made it choppy...

The thickest fiction book on our shelf doubles as a heavy-paged place to press leaves and flowers. Especially during this time of year,...

A lady in my writers’ group writes poetry and narrative with brilliant imagery about her childhood growing up in Iowa. But during the...

In The Staircase of Suzy-Grace, Suzy hears a song on the radio. Here's how it fits into the story I wrote: after listening to the words,...

We hovered over our screens awaiting news of the Creek Fire in California. Maps showed its spreading and our extended family’s cabin sat...

Think of your favorite character from a book. What makes them a hero or someone to cheer on as you read? I first enjoyed reading as a...

Every summer, we plant zinnia seeds in hopes they will grow tall and bloom throughout the summer. Because of the frosty mornings in the...

We took a walk at a place where the river mysteriously curves, making a sunset over the water from the Iowa side. It symbolized the end...

Recently, some young readers (friends and family) previewed my work-in-progress book. The story is about a girl growing up in a Christian...