I was a 70’s punk rocker.

Now, in middle-age, I look back and wonder — Who was that skinny kid? …

A disillusioned look at love

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The importance of giving, blessing others, can never be overemphasized because there’s always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by acts of giving. ~ Katharine Hepburn

Love is a many splendored thing.

Love is a divine, godly and spiritual quality.

All you need is love.

Wrong. Love is…

A Lesson in Outrage

Some say that nothing good comes of violence, but the White Night Riots proved otherwise.

On November 27, 1978 there were two murders the entire world heard about. …

Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, all the money in the world spent on feelin’ good. — Levon Helm, Feelin’ Good

Everyone wants to feel good. Humans instinctively seek pleasure, joy, happiness, bliss, or at least the absence of physical and emotional pain. It’s basic to our humanity. Sigmund Freud codified it…

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You can survive and thrive with COVID-19. I say that fully aware of the crisis upon us. Even though it’s going to wreak havoc on the economy and uproot lives, it is possible to benefit from it. Not materially, but spiritually.

To benefit spiritually means to benefit in ways that…

You haven’t had a blood test or peed into a cup, but you’re pretty sure you’ve got it — a serious case of introversion.

While there’s no diagnostic test, you may be an introvert if any of the following sounds familiar.

Around talkative extroverts, you marvel at how people can…

As I stroll the narrow and wandering streets of the West Village, a piece of New York City roughly bound by the Hudson River and Seventh Avenue, extending from 14th down to Houston Street, its character seems intact, much as it has been for decades. …

A woman once proudly told me that she had overcome her assertiveness issues in group therapy. She spent five years in a group with a member who savaged her, put her down and berated her incessantly, until she learned to stand up and defend herself. It seemed inconceivable to me…

My paternal grandfather was old and decrepit by the time I was six. I recall him sitting crumpled and cynical in a lawn chair, waving a cane at his grandkids as they ran in circles around him. …

My teeth were chattering from the icy cold, yet greeting me on this frigid December eve was a 58 year-old Jewish man, richly tanned, wearing a tie-died t-shirt with a large peace symbol on the front. He seemed to have recently returned from a Grateful Dead concert in the Bahamas…

Tony Rocco

Tony is a freelance technical writer and author of fiction, memoir, journalism and personal essays. You can visit his author website at tonygrocco.com.

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