Elisabeth G. Wolfe's Blog

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Anyway, HI, still Not Dead Yet and working on ~stuff~, a fair portion of which will be on display in #twoweeks over on Facebook when I participate in the Home for the Holidays Virtual Vendor Event, which runs November 19-21 and will include a wide variety of goodies for sale and some nice prizes for participating. I’ll be featured on the 19th and plan to launch at least a batch of shawls on Etsy and possibly a ...

Good grief, how can it possibly be seven years since I started this blog and published Loyal Valley: Assassination?! Of course, I’ve been sick for about five of those years… and this has been kind of a rough year, even though the pandemic panic hasn’t affected my life as much as all that. (You know you’re a chronically ill, housebound introvert when….)

Despite being largely on radio silence over here these days, I’m still alive and working on ~stuff~. I post most often on Facebook, where you ...

Smash Cut Culture seems to be down for the count, alas, but this being Texas Independence Day, I thought it was as good a time as any to repost the first article I wrote for them, which went live on July 4, 2014.

“Never trust a man who doesn’t like John Wayne,” said the anonymous comment on Big Hollywood several years ago, perhaps the best advice I’ve ever seen on a blog comment forum. That in itself is good evidence for the way The Duke’s legacy endures. That legacy isn’t limited just to...

The House of Christmas
By G. K. Chesterton

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.
Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and...

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Cleveland, 1922: Crime-fighting Mayor Richard Leon has been missing for over a year, and under John Lackland’s administration, corruption has gone from bad to worse. Now, newlyweds Robin Locksley and Marian Fitzwalter and a band of like-minded friends have established a detective agency in the suburb of Nottingham, intent on acting when the police won’t. But when their first client, Eleanor Curtmantle, reveals that Leon has been kidnapped by bootleggers, the race is on to find and rescue him...

Good night, what a year it’s been. How is it already November?!

Health remains a rollercoaster, though less of one thanks to a more aggressive treatment plan. But it didn’t help that my house suddenly got sold out from under me this spring, and getting into my new house took about four months longer than planned. Almost all of the projects I’d intended to work on this year have been on hold or canceled as a result.

But I’m in the new house at last, settling in slowly and working on various projects for Etsy (...

Still here. Still writing. Still sick.

There has been actual progress on the latter front this winter–the food poisoning I had in October finally pushed one piece of the puzzle far enough out of line to warrant medication, which is in fact helping. Quite how much it’s helping remains to be seen. I’m hopeful, though, and any improvement is better than none.

My hands have been too swollen lately to do much in the way of thread crochet for new Etsy merchandise, but a timely gift from Enola has p...

Have a dose of cheer from my alma mater:

I’ll try to post an update on Where Things Stand before New Year’s, but for now… have a blessed Christmas!

First I had food poisoning without realizing it–I didn’t have “stomach bug” symptoms until after I’d been diagnosed, and the symptoms I did have were mostly the same as the symptoms I normally have. Then BCF got slammed by Hurricane Michael. Then historic flooding hit the Llano River.

All things considered, I’m fine… still sick, but neither my home nor my parents’ home was affected by the flooding here, and BCF classes continue apace online. A lot of my neighbors and students can’t say the sa...

A master toymaker once made a ballerina out of spun glass. He took the greatest care to choose the right materials; he spun the glass with the utmost patience and skill into intricate details that built up into an exquisitely graceful form. He placed the ballerina on a stand in a case in front of a window and rejoiced to see her there. Now and again he would take her out to stand in the sunlight and twirl on a string as he played music for her, and he delighted to watch this beautiful thing t...