Category Archives: Loneliness

Reclaiming lost ground

Posted on December 13, 2018 by Russ Wollman

  This morning a storm of thoughts blew in while I lingered in bed in the dark, silent basement of a house in Fairfield, Iowa, where I’ve been since Saturday afternoon, December 1, to break from city life using a … Continue reading →

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NYC really wants to be French

Posted on June 24, 2018 by Russ Wollman

Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I get a mite squirrelly up here in the miasma of the great Northeast Urbanity. With the lack of family and partner and kids and all that, it gets downright depressing … Continue reading →

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Wishes, Hopes, and Dreams

Posted on May 28, 2018 by Russ Wollman

Before I reach the meat of this article, I need to get a few things off my chest, things that might help to explain why I write what I do. Most people who know me think I am incredibly lucky. … Continue reading →

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One cab ride among many

Posted on April 2, 2018 by Russ Wollman

Tonight with a friend I drove to Brooklyn from Glen Cove, Long Island, where we had a short Transcendental Meditation retreat that gave us a much-needed few hours in the woods near the water, far away from the grind, the … Continue reading →

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That Old Sweater, with thanks to Rudyard Kipling

Posted on October 21, 2017 by Russ Wollman

I have no favorite spots, No favorite restaurants. Like the cat who walks by himself, All places are alike to me.

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The Dance of Life, the Dance of Love—and those Ups and Downs.

Posted on September 26, 2017 by Russ Wollman

My childhood playground? Funny you should ask. My father owned an eleven-story office tower in Raleigh, NC. Naturally, it had elevators, and the elevators were hands down my very favorite things in that building. In the early 1960s the old … Continue reading →

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This morning, a house guest

Posted on September 21, 2017 by Russ Wollman

A friend in Fairfield, Iowa, where I’ve lived several times, put me in touch with a young guy who needed a place to crash during some film work he had here in New York. I was happy to have the … Continue reading →

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At the writer’s group, and where a search for a Thermos bottle took me on Saturday.

Posted on July 19, 2017 by Russ Wollman

At the writers’ group. I thought I’d have to struggle for ideas. Not so. It’s relaxing to be among some people tonight. I feel little need to get to know many of them, and my first attempt fell flat.

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Vacant apartment

Posted on March 21, 2017 by Russ Wollman

The people in the place across the airspace have gone. I never knew them. I never will.

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Tonight, a simple supper, then a walk.

Posted on February 22, 2017 by Russ Wollman

For someone who has waited all his life for steady companionship, the city—despite its millions who seemingly cannot make eye contact with a stranger—provides an astonishing comfort.

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