Tag Archives: frustration

Stolen? Lost?

Posted on August 3, 2016 by Russ Wollman

On Sunday, August 1, I moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan. I packed the VW and we drove to the Upper West Side, 171 W 81st to be precise.

Posted in City Center, Humor, Iowa | Tagged cars, desperation, friendship, frustration, growth, humor, Iowa, New York, relationships, Subaru, the heart, the mind, transportation, Volkswagen | Leave a comment

This one’s for you, Mr. Jones

Posted on July 30, 2016 by Russ Wollman

Before I got on the Lexington Avenue bus after lunch yesterday, that ancient longing took hold of me.

Posted in Friends, Loneliness, Love, Raleigh, Work | Tagged bravery, desperation, friendship, frustration, growth, independence, loneliness, love, manhood, Men, mortality, New York, relationships, shame, the heart, the mind | Leave a comment

I may never be a famous writer. But right now, thanks to one guy’s clever idea, I can share my writing, my self, with a diaspora of friends and with people I’ve never met who live in places I might … Continue reading →

Posted in Cats, City Center, Family, Friends, Loneliness, Love | Tagged beauty, bravery, cats, desperation, friendship, frustration, growth, independence, loneliness, love, New York, relationships, romance, the heart | Leave a comment

The Deli to End All Delis?

Posted on July 24, 2016 by Russ Wollman

I like to make my Facebook posts as soon as I can after I conceive them so my story continues its flow.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Delicatessen, frustration, girl, growth, humor, Lower east side, Men, New York | Leave a comment

Everyone has his dance.

Posted on July 21, 2016 by Russ Wollman

Everyone has his dance, according to his place and time.

Posted in City Center, Love, Uncategorized | Tagged beauty, childhood, desperation, frustration, love, manhood, Men, New York, the heart, transportation, young | 2 Comments

Hello, Kitty, and A Whole Lot More

Posted on July 19, 2016 by Russ Wollman

I like cats. No. I love cats. But I’m not writing this to celebrate the opening of the first Hello Kitty cafe in the US, in Irvine, California. The town’s just going pink all over. I don’t get it.