The winners are: m15alien and Susan Bernhardt. I’ll contact you with the e-files. Thanks to everyone who entered.

It’s contest time! Leave a comment below and be entered to win a copy of the electronic version of Elephants Never Forgotten. Contest closes at noon (EST) on Wednesday. Two books will be awarded on Thursday, October 8th. As a theme, tell me something about elephants. I’ll start us off with how the idea for the book came into being.


  1. ellisnelson · October 3, 2015

    We were living in Alamogordo, NM. It was a Saturday morning when I was standing in the kitchen and imagined what it would be like to hold a tiny elephant in my hand. The magic of it was soon replaced by the horror of it. That was the seed for a book that took years to bring into existence.


  2. ellisnelson · October 3, 2015

    Reblogged this on ellisnelson.


  3. Dana Taylor · October 3, 2015

    My daughter Cary loves elephants. In 2011 she had been trying to conceive a child for a couple of years to no avail. In the summer she was in Thailand and rode an elephant with her husband. That night before she slept she heard Spirit tell her “in a year you will be holding a child.” The year came and went, but no child arrived. She opened up Facebook and saw a picture of herself and her husband on the elephant. Facebook reminded her what she was doing exactly a year ago. She remembered the seemingly broken promise. That night she conceived their son, Noah. Elephants are the theme in his nursery.


    • ellisnelson · October 3, 2015

      Beautiful story. Full of wonder and connection. Thanks for sharing.


  4. Admin · October 3, 2015

    Love to read it! Shaman Elizabeth


  5. mariathermann · October 3, 2015

    As a child I was once invited to care for a baby elephant that travelled with a circus. Its mum was in the show. In return for our “hard” work, we got tickets to see the late afternoon show. I couldn’t get over the fact that what looked like soft tufts of hair on the baby’s head were actually really hard bristles, spikes almost. My childhood friend and I nicknamed the baby “spike”. Spike was as good as gold, better behaved than any human child I’ve ever looked after. Gentle, sweet, giving. All the things humans are not.


    • ellisnelson · October 3, 2015

      What a fascinating job- especially as a child. I’ve never touched an elephant, although I’d love to. My sister rode one at the Bronx Zoo years ago. One of the joys of writing this book was to get to know elephants as emotional beings. Their sense of family and understanding of death are profound.

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      • mariathermann · October 4, 2015

        It made me sad that our “little” friend had to be tied up for most of the day, while his mum was working in the big tent. For obvious reasons we weren’t allowed to walk Spike anywhere, but he was just such a gentle playfellow. Can’t wait to read your book now.

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  6. Susan Bernhardt · October 4, 2015

    Ellis, I think the premise of Elephants Never Forgotten sounds great. I read it on another post. Best wishes for your novel.

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  7. reanolanmartin · October 4, 2015

    I first saw an elephant on the popular American TV show Andy’s Gang in the mid 1950’s. The East Indian boy, Gunga was accompanied by a baby elephant,and together they had many adventures. I have been mesmerized by them ever since!

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  8. m15alien · October 6, 2015

    Elephants….. i see them every morning, after the breakfast when i am leaving home the last think i see before closing the house door is a small african statue of an elephant, i think it will give me a good luck view to live as better as i can another day.
    Best regards

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