Dear Loco,

Dear everyone I love, I’m going to take some time to go within. I’m going to keep the posts private for a while (neat feature, here!). I think the only way to do “this” is for me to sit with my loneliness and learn to reach for myself when things turn dark. At least, for…

Dear Loco, As much as I’ve used it, I think Sorry is the most empty word in the whole entire English dictionary because by itself it means NOTHING. Nobody wants to be saddled with somebody else’s self-flagellation.“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry”.What value has that? Nobody wants to be saddled with an empty…

Dear Loco, As I quote super star Selena Gomez, I’m feeling a sense of elation about letting go. I thought all I’d feel is fear. I mean I needed Rach to say “You’ll be okay, and if you’re not you can come back”. And I don’t know between then and now when something melted. I…

Dear Loco, I’ve grappled with understanding unconditional love a lot of my life. And I’ve come to understand unconditional love exists. It just does. It is all around us. Trees don’t take a break from generating oxygen and the people you love don’t take a break from breathing. Coexistence and sharing spaces, however, requires trust…

Dear Loco, I used to take out the Q10 app and try to write. I just never could. Now it’s been about 150 days since you passed. I’ve written about 153 pieces here and man am I proud of myself. Love does conquer all. How much you’ve given me, I don’t know how to say…

Dear Loco,

Dear Loco, I had this wonderful space, and I was at baseline. Really focused and moving through my own life. Cut out social media of all kind. And then a storm passes through, and now I’m struggling to find baseline again. I guess, I’ll take it to the mat which is what I’ve been doing.…

Dear Loco, There’s just a swirl of memories that keep kicking in. I’ve been saying this for some time now – A life time of grief. A life time of loss. It’s me saying “Tell me a story” and the story of him being chased through the streets on an island the day before a…

Dear Loco, I’ve always thought love is fickle, unpredictable and thereby unsafe. And I’ve tried to find evidence to the contrary, or maybe I’ve only looked for confirmation as a way to keep myself safe. Somebody can give you a key to their house, and tell you it’s yours. Then, turn around and knock you…

Dear Loco,