Author: Elsa Wolf

Elsa is a George Washington University graduate who spent most of her life in the suburbs of the Baltimore-Washington corridor. She began with a theater background that developed into public relations and ownership of a small equestrian business. Now retired -- Elsa spends her days writing, traveling, and volunteering. In 2019, she relocated to Wyoming with her husband and loves living in a small town.

Keep Me Forever – A Taste

Jim packed more of his belongings than he expected to use during his trip to Savannah. The seams of his wax-canvas backpack and duffel bag strained against the load, but he was too tired to repack. As an afterthought, he pulled out the extra cash he’d squirreled away in a canister under his bed and…

My Novel, Keep Me Forever

Here we go. My second novel is in print and ready. I hope you will have a look and consider either purchasing or sharing the release with your friends and family. I created a new life for a friend I lost to PTSD years ago. Find a little magical realism woven in with family and…

Novel Thoughts Revolving- Historical Fiction

Hello world. My new novel, which was inspired by a male character of a different name in my first novel, is almost complete. However, this is not a series. The story brings a longer life to a soldier I once knew who suffered from PTSD. This up-and-coming novel is a military romance of sorts based…

Willamette Writers Post

It’s wonderful to be a part of writers’ groups. Check out what happened with my novel. I’m glad to report I have been a guest speaker at several book clubs this year. Member News: Author Event — Buried Truths

A Night at Blob’s Park © Elsa Wolf

Having nothing better to do, Heidi tagged along with her parents to a cocktail party. It was the usual scene: clinking glasses, polite laughter, and clusters of people murmuring about business, politics, and the mundane dramas of upper crust society. She’d acquired a glass of red wine from the bar and swirled the contents around,…

My Buddy

My boy woke in the middle of the night. He rolled off his 3-inch-thick bed on the floor by mine. There he sprawled out on the wooden floor with his back legs spread out to the sides and whimpered until one of us woke. No hurry, he said, and appeared to smile up at us…