Updated: Usurping My Landscape

I have a lifetime of miles on a bicycle. Long before a coordinated harassment campaign turned my daily life into an obstacle course, jumping on a bike and exploring a city was my ultimate freedom. It is a core thread of who I am, rooted in decades of genuine experiences and memories with the people I love. A Linear History of My Life on Two Wheels

Long before Miami started developing a linear park, I was a fan of the development of New York City’s High Line. More than 10 years ago, my sister—knowing how much I loved biking—and I took off from her apartment in Brooklyn.

We pedaled over the Brooklyn Bridge, navigated through Lower Manhattan, and rode all the way to explore the High Line. On the way back, we took the long route over the Williamsburg Bridge. Years later, I returned to New York with her kids, riding from her apartment to Brooklyn Heights, down through DUMBO, and all along Brooklyn Bridge Park.

Biking (not cycling) has always been my compass when I travel. Long before these harassers entered the picture, my family and I went to Paris; while my sister did morning yoga, I rented a bike and spent the mornings navigating Paris neighborhoods. I traveled to San Francisco—one of my favorite cities ever—with a friend, grabbed a bike, and rode through Golden Gate Park. More than 20 years ago on a trip to Colorado, I spent my days hiking and trail riding through the mountains.

That trip inspired me so much that when I returned home, I wrote a featured article for a newspaper's Sunday magazine about trail riding at Oleta River State Park. I’ve ridden through Key West. The only reason I didn’t bike through Amsterdam when I visited was because it was the dead of winter and cold. Even now, I'll rent a bike on Miami Beach and ride the path along the beach from South Beach to Bal Harbour. It's beautiful.

So, naturally, when Miami began developing a linear park—transforming the abandoned, ugly pathway beneath a rail system just blocks from my home into a beautiful linear park—I fell in love with the project. I walk sections of it. I rent city bikes and ride it. Just the other day, as they opened up newly developed phases, I rode farther down the path than I ever had before. My passion for this space was never a secret. I have shared my interest for this linear park with friends, family, and colleagues, frequently showing it off to anyone visiting. Why wouldn't I share something that brought me so much joy? But because the harassers monitor everything I do and say, they turned my enthusiasm into another data point for their fixation.

But when you are dealing with an obsessive harasser, even the pavement beneath your feet isn't safe from their fixation.

The Million-Dollar Imitation

This morning, I was scrolling through social media, I was watching a videos of the latest phase of Miami's linear park. As I scrolled through a recap of upcoming developments and projects, my jaw hit the floor.

There this person was. This individual, who possesses financial means, has donated a money to have a section to have this linear park completed.

To the casual observer, this looks like a grand act of public charity. They don't know the truth. They don't know that this is a deeply disturbed human being who has spent years running a coordinated harassment campaign against a private citizen.

A History of Infiltration

This isn’t a new development; it’s just the most expensive version of a pattern I identified years ago.

When the harassment first started and this person realized how much I loved the vision for this linear park. To people I knew, I mentioned the linear park in New York and how Miami was beginning to develop one too. I followed the organization and its progress. My interest was never hidden then or now. Knowing this, this person actually recruited someone (who, BTW, had ties to one of my clients at the time - see the connection) to become active in the organization at different volunteer levels. I saw the pattern of behavior back then, but seeing this harasser now buy their way onto the actual infrastructure of the park takes the obsession to a completely surreal level. By the way, the woman recruited to join the linear park organization as a volunteer was a core participant in the original group of followers. Her tracking of my life wasn't just digital; it was physical. She followed me to professional business events around town. She followed me when I was simply trying to go grocery shopping at a supermarket in Coconut Grove. The connection with this follower and my primary harasser isn't a theory. They originally crossed paths because this woman and myself were working with the exact same client.

When I saw the calculated pattern of behavior back then, and seeing the main harasser now use her financial means to buy her way onto the actual physical infrastructure of the park takes the obsession to a completely surreal level.

A Little More Park History (Updated - May 28, 2026) When I ride a bike on this linear park, I occasionally stop at a coffee shop along the way. And because the recruits stalks so closely, they knew exactly where I go. In fact, they have shown up several times. And when I hop on a bike, they will send an individual there to wait for me. How do I know? Well, let's just say they are quite obvious. They know where I ride, when I ride, what my coffee order is likely to be and make sure the recruits track it all. I digress...Two years ago, my mother was renting out a property she owns that sits directly across from this linear park. The real estate agent managing the property—who has since revealed herself to be another follower— happens to live right in my mother's building. When she originally posted the rental listing, it was poorly written. I stepped in to rewrite it. In my rewrite, I explicitly highlighted how the property was ideally located because of its proximity to everything Miami and Miami-Dade County have to offer, focusing heavily on the fact that it sat right across from the linear park. My words and my appreciation for that space were easy to see to yet another follower.

This individual has a documented history of tracking the things I enjoy, the places I go, and the hobbies that bring me peace, and then trying to usurp them. If this individual can't physically stop me from riding my bike, they will simply buy the dirt beneath my tires. This person is trying to make sure that even when I am escaping their harassment, I am forced to look at their name.

The Myth of the "Coincidence"

There are those who will look at this from the outside and try to dismiss it. They will say it’s just a coincidence. They’ll argue that it’s a public park, that this person has money, and wealthy people donate to public spaces.

But let’s be entirely clear: it is NOT a coincidence. It is calculated, and it fits a precise, years-long blueprint of stalking. You do not accidentally plant a recruit in the organization of the specific local project your target loves. You do not accidentally try to usurp my connection to people, places and things. You do not accidentally fund the exact pavement blocks from my home where you know I go.

When someone systematically tracks your history, your travels, your family memories, and your daily sanctuary, and then uses a blank check to insert themselves into those exact spaces, that isn't a random act of charity. It is an intentional effort to force their way into your reality. It is a highly specific, weaponized fixation, and trying to mask it as "philanthropy" is the most deceptive part of all.

The Projection of "Obsession"

One of the most insidious tactics this individual and their group does is to flip the script. They want to paint a narrative that I am the one who is obsessed, or that I am somehow jealous of this person's life and who they are.

Let’s look at the actual facts: I am riding a rented city bike on a public path blocks from my home, living out a hobby I have enjoyed for decades from Paris to Colorado. Meanwhile, this person is cutting checks to structurally embed themselves into my daily routine.

Information Gathering, Digital Stalking, Physically Following

This is precisely why they engage in relentless stalking, following me the moment I leave my apartment. They track my business. They contact friends and family. The invasion of my privacy isn't just passive tracking—it's information-gathering. This individual and all the people that have been recruited and engaged monitor what I search for, what I enjoy, and what brings me genuine peace, solely to find out what I like so they can hand her and her associates the data. Then, this individual uses their wealth to buy into it, allowing them to flip the script and claim I am copying them.

I have had many of the recruits ask me the following:

• I'm setting up a new business. Tell me, how did you do it and what services do you use? This one is designed to find out the platforms I use. They have already contacted people with several platforms.

• Where do you play pickleball? They ask so they can share the information and send followers.

• Where do you cut your hair or do your nails? Then they contact people at those businesses, send their recruits and spread their disinformation and engage in defamation.

It's a textbook case of psychological projection. You don't spend money to replicate the exact interests, cities, and sanctuaries of a private citizen unless you are completely consumed by them. I don't want her life, her money, or her identity. The narrative of my alleged 'jealousy' is just a shield this individual and their supporters use to hide the reality of her own relentless fixation.

The Ultimate Twisted Irony

It is a surreal, f***ed-up reality. On a civic level, I am glad the public benefits from the park's expansion. The linear park is a great project for Miami. But the psychological motivation behind this specific donation is purely toxic. It's the ultimate power play of a stalker with a blank check: “If I can’t control your life, I will buy the landscape of it.”

What a sick, hollow way to live. To have millions of dollars, yet be so entirely bankrupt of original thought that you have to mimic the life of the person you're targeting.

She can put her name on the concrete. She can buy the signage. She can plant her recruits on the board. But she can’t buy the mornings I spent riding through Paris, she can’t buy the memory of crossing the bridge from Brooklyn with my sister, and she can’t steal the genuine peace I feel when I pedal. She’s just a shadow spending a fortune to sit on the sidelines of my life.

A Note About the Recruits What these recruited participants (stalkers if you will) fail to realize—or choose not to see—is that they are merely instruments in an information-gathering operation. When the main harasser(s) recruit people to participate, they sell a carefully crafted story that paints me as the obsessed one. The recruits buy into this false narrative, believing they are helping or acting on some righteous cause, without ever understanding that they are being weaponized as data collectors.

They're deployed to observe what I say, where I go, what I write, and what I love—just as they did with my appreciation for the linear park. That gathered intelligence is then fed back up the chain to be used against me, whether to infiltrate my business, sabotage my peace, or store it away as raw material for their next attempt to copy my life. They aren't part of a crusade; they're just unpaid (or maybe they are compensated in some way) research assistants feeding someone else's obsession.