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Timarie Friesen
Writing, Reading, Following Jesus


Hope Along the Way
Edward Tulane is an unlikely friend. He doesn’t have a heart. Even though he means the world to Abilene, the girl who considers this toy...
Jan 15, 2021


Celestina and the Storybook
The cat’s glowing eyes followed Celestina as she flapped her green wings and circled the room. Darkness surrounded the tiny dragon except...
Jan 8, 2021


A Slow Reader and a Snowy Road
I pondered over the title, “Resolution Road,” for January 1st, with a clean, fresh path stretching ahead. When I snapped the photo on my...
Jan 1, 2021


Tracing the Light
The clearance sign caught his attention, and he turned toward it. On a table lay a dozen or so ornaments, discounted with yellow...
Dec 18, 2020


Lamplight and a Hook
I entered Charles Dickens' world of Victorian London with a lengthy audiobook that's taken more than a year to finish. The reader of this...
Dec 11, 2020


Fiction on a Friday
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,...
Dec 4, 2020


After the Harvest
I walked in an Iowa cornfield looking for leftover scraps. Whole, dried corncobs deter squirrels from climbing onto our bird feeder, so I...
Nov 27, 2020


Not Intended for the Mouse
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...
Nov 20, 2020


For the Fine-Point Paintbrush
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...
Nov 13, 2020


Three French Hens and How They Made Her Laugh
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...
Nov 6, 2020


A Tree to Write Home About
The Secret Garden movie, released in August 2020, offers colorful landscapes and snapshots from Frances Hodgson Burnett’s original story...
Oct 30, 2020


A Pumpkin Patch of Words
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...
Oct 23, 2020


Revisions from a Writers' Group
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...
Oct 16, 2020


Mud and Metaphors
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...
Oct 9, 2020


Thanks to Tolkien
The thickest fiction book on our shelf doubles as a heavy-paged place to press leaves and flowers. Especially during this time of year,...
Oct 2, 2020


Snail Mail
A lady in my writers’ group writes poetry and narrative with brilliant imagery about her childhood growing up in Iowa. But during the...
Sep 25, 2020


Suzy-Grace Hears a Song on the Radio
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,...
Sep 18, 2020


In Memory of the Cabin
We hovered over our screens awaiting news of the Creek Fire in California. Maps showed its spreading and our extended family’s cabin sat...
Sep 11, 2020


Puzzling Over Protagonists
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...
Sep 4, 2020


The Zinnia Tradition
Maybe they fill up a book someday, or maybe not. Maybe there are handfuls of words, like seeds, to share with good friends.
Aug 28, 2020
A Collection of Short Stories and Pieces
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