Weird Shit Velcro – Stories About Navigating The Human Landscape

I have captivated all of my friends and family for many years with my dating and daily life stories. Thus, this blog is my opportunity to share these amusing and ridiculous anecdotes with anyone who is interested, bored with their life, passing time or just has the awesome, shit ass luck to run upon it by chance. If nothing else, you will be entertained…start with March 20 "You will be entertained….too good to make up."


Slices of time…wrapping my arms around Philadelphia…and thank God for jazz fest despite the constant tornado watches and warnings, hail and of course the mud…

When I traveled around the world I realized that there are certain moments in time that are simply just that: Mere slices of infinity to be experienced for a few seconds, minutes or hours and hopefully seen as such and cherished. To acknowledge that one can have an exhilarating feeling and experience it for a second or hour(s) in eternity and that, in and of itself, when good and seen as such, is beautiful.  There are other moments that evolve into friendships, lovers or love and hopefully last forever. There are other instants when one will try to make them more than just that – a friendship that isn’t meant to be.  A relationship that will never be. How can one know the difference? I’ve been trying to distinguish over the past few years. I’m truly trying to enjoy the moment. Always. Smell the breeze, feel the flowers, see the shadows, breathe the sun and love each special and exceptional second in time. It’s not always easy and I am at times unsuccessful due to internal and external circumstances but sometimes it is just lovely and yes, easy.  Biking around Philadelphia today in the beautiful weather today reminded me how much I miss nature and being outside. It’s finally spring thankfully…and I have a new bike which, I must admit, I am super excited about. It provides a reprieve from life and sense of freedom to roam around Philadelphia and get to know a city in which I haven’t lived for almost two decades. And there is something to be said about perception being a large majority of one’s perspective of life…



Much awaited spring beauty in Philadelphia…


Last weekend I had the pleasure of going back to New Orleans and seeing a myriad of bands at jazz fest. Despite the continual tornado warnings /watches (I still don’t know the difference) it was amazing to be back in a city that I love and have some incredible moments with a few old friends and a few new ones.  My happy place in life is seeing great music and dancing hopefully with a few friends. Mission accomplished.


Getting photo bombed…

All Feet

Old friends…

Howlin Wolf with Jaret

Dead Feat: Anders Osborne, Bill Kreutzmann, Paul Barrere, Fred Tackett, Billy Iuso & John Gros – performing Grateful Dead & Little Feat


A new friend becoming blog worthy without knowing it…he really thought I was crazy asking him to out stretch his arms without explaining why…


An old friend and great music…




Fantastic gospel music!


Classic and perfect…words to live by…


Spring beauty in NYC…


A new friend today who looks oh so much like my dear love….Hugo…but this was Winston…


My reading material…


The dedication….I cannot say it any better. And good night!

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Living the un-teenage middle age non dream….or I’m living a high school do-over…Trying to make lemonade out of lemons…


This pretty much epitomizes my life at the moment. It’s pretty weird. I’ve just returned home from a Tinder date which as enticing as it may sound often isn’t. However, that said, this guy was cool, newly separated albeit naïve and mystified about me and life – ok mostly me – and his car had been towed when we came out of the restaurant. He was completely cool about it and it was a nice night off from taking care of “The Alzheimer’s patients” as I am lovingly calling my mother and stepfather these days. So…I haven’t written – yeah, yeah I know – you’ve heard it a lot recently…and there are many reasons I am sure BUT no one needs to read a blog about bitching.  People should, in my opinion, read things that are thought provoking or resonate with aspects of their lives that they haven’t thought about in the way they are being depicted. Thus, I haven’t felt inclined to write because frankly I’ve been semi-uninspired and I’ve been in bitch session, coping, dealing, barely dealing, sorting it out mode.

That’s not to say there hasn’t been interesting material to share but it’s just a new sort of material for me. Quite sadly my mother and stepfather both have Alzheimer’s. She is much worse than he recently and has declined at an extraordinarily rapid pace of late so it’s become quite a full time job to say the least. Who knew that old people could be so much work?!  Jeez, it’s like having toddlers who are drunk, make no sense and want to still drive. Disaster! So I am semi-living with them and I am having massive flashbacks of high school and why I went to college so far away.

There are interesting aspects as well and I am trying to enjoy my time with these two individuals with whom I have traveled throughout Europe for many years and hung out in jazz clubs until 4am even as recently as a couple of years ago when I was begging to go home. And they stayed out. So it may sound weird and for anyone who has an aging parent believe me I have a lot to teach you but when I showered with my mother for the first time a few weeks ago she commented on the fact that my boobs looked like they had gotten bigger. In fact, the conversation went as follows:

Mom: You know, your boobs look like they have gotten bigger.

Me:      No kidding? You think so?

Mom: Yes I really do.

Me: Well, it’s called a double mastectomy.

Mom: Really? You had a double mastectomy?

Me: Yes mother.

Mom:  Well they look quite fantastic! Who did your surgery?

Me:      My doctor at Sloan-Kettering.

Mom:  Really? I thought you had it done here?

Me:      No, at Sloan. You were there.

Mom:  Really? I don’t remember that. Well, they look fantastic!!

Me:      Thanks mother.

Awkward pause…probably only awkward for me….since we are naked in the shower and I am just trying to take it all in.

Mom: So are you going to wash my back or what N?

Me:      Yes, of course. Turn around.

As I obeyed and choked on soap a bit I smiled. I realized I would probably have this conversation a thousand times in the next several months since I have to coax my mother into the shower so I can wash her back and she can wash mine. I actually found the little spherical device that she used when I was a mere babe to wash my hair so that the soap didn’t go in my eyes. I tried using it on her last week. It’s a pretty weird when you are bathing your parent and she’s yelling that soap is getting in her eyes. But it’s all part of the story and, as many friends continually remind me, I should cherish these times as many people don’t have this opportunity. And I luckily do. Except for the fact that she did also bite me last week and fell and pulled me down with her like a rag doll. But I will never have these times again….so for now this is the human landscape that I am navigating with care and softness and patience and sadness….

A few recent things that touched me….a new friend who is moving into my building, true love and an alleged guide to my new life.

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I am trying to live with this in mind….


And, lastly, good night to a dear friend who was tragically killed in the train crash in Westchester, NY in February….I love you Eric. You will always be in my heart my dear, dear friend…..xoxo


Ode To The Fat Man….

My best friend died about seven weeks ago and I lost a bit of my heart and soul. He had four legs, an incredibly cute wiggle and gave me a reason to get out of bed every day. I would not have survived cancer without Hugo and frankly its hard to survive without him. I never understood the love that an animal could bring to one’s life until I met this dog. He was special in every way. That is not to say he was easy. He was not. He was stubborn and needy to the core. I had 50 stitches in my face as a result of an encounter 6 months into his life but thankfully I had a great friend who knew an even greater plastic surgeon. But he was so amazing and incredibly smart and taught me more about patience and unconditional love than anyone or thing ever has. And that went both ways. And I will forever be grateful. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I will never wrap my arms around that cute body or scratch his tush again. His nickname was The Fat Man. And I know I will always miss him. I cry every day but I hope one day that does stop.

I haven’t written in quite a while. Partly because shortly after I created weirdshitvelcro the weird shit in my life that stuck to me incrementally increased and partly because recently I haven’t felt inspired. Or moved by very much. That’s not to say that I haven’t had a ton of interesting experiences, toe dipping back into careers of past with characters galore, crazy dates that should inspire stories but the story is often the same and thus becomes mundane.

New York has become, well, stale to me. I have decided to move on. My life here has ended and I need to leave before I end my life. I came, I saw, I did and I had success. Now, I feel as if the city has chewed me up and spat me out like a stale piece of fish. It’s all happened and it’s been great and fun and hard and easy and cold and hard and wrong and right and rigid and tough and silly and exuberant and excruciating and now I am done.

It’s a year later than I thought I would leave but sometimes things don’t happen when you think they will.

So the story continues…..and until I get inspired think GOOD SHIT VELCRO…and yes I bought the domain name a bit ago as I think this is what I need in life. Not weird but good as does everyone I know. Photos of the fat man….I miss you Hugo. Xoxo

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Top Ten Things I learned via my dog…during the big “C” and after… If you know Hugo and my Hugo “voice” you have experienced. If you don’t but know me, you can imagine….if you don’t know me….well then just read and be…

10. You can make any place you live cozy.
9. It’s all just stuff.
8. People show their real colors during cancer.
7. Why wait?
6. Do everything!
5. Seek Peace.
4. Learn to meditate (still need to).
3. Get new people.
2. Climb to new heights.
1. Imagine…then be. And do it! (working on it…)

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Tindertown in NYC…what an expeditious way to date…anonymous but yet my world still collides….


I clearly haven’t written in quite some time….May 14 actually as it’s been pointed out via email by several friends, readers and strangers. That doesn’t mean that I am not writing but it just means that I am not necessarily sharing. I can’t possibly share all and I must leave some room for your imagination as well as an appetite for the real story of my life to come in some other more interesting format. In reality every time I leave my house there is actually an interesting/weird story or incident and if I were to share them all it would truly blow your mind. And it’s exhausting….being me. But I don’t think I would trade it…at least it’s all an adventure and all certainly part of the story.

I put myself on Tinder after two friends urged me to do so and I’ve had 10+ dates in two weeks. I’m not kidding actually. YUP more than 10. None great. Only one sort of horrific date – from New Orleans, looked like the Joker (not kidding – so wanted to take a photo), didn’t drink (from NOLA!!!) and super creepy and dodgy. I was happy to leave with all of my body parts. Following which the date thereafter knew my brother who had actually taken one of his Tinder pics and knew two friends and my old boss. The world it too small!!

Anyway, last week I had date with a guy who from the get go was not my “type” in any sort of way (not that I have one to be honest but this was clearly not going to be a romantic endeavor) and he chose a semi-seedy “rooftop bar” in mid-town west for us to have a drink. I wasn’t thrilled but decided to make the best of my mandatory 30 minutes. Next thing I knew, literally next to me a large projection screen was erected and, me being me, I decided to find out what it was all about. I walked up to the more than middle aged officiant and saw the word marijuana on the literature he was holding. Now, I was a bit tired so I said “that looks like the word marijuana on there” and he emphatically said “yes we are the Marijuana Business Association and we are having a “Meet Up” here. What luck I thought to myself! Could there be a better way to entertain myself while on a boring date but having a bunch of pot enthusiasts talking about legalizing marijuana in NY?! Fascinating. Budtender…hmmm I know a couple people who might like that job. You know who you are…


So there we were the only ones in the entire bar NOT there for the meet up event and, as we sat sipping cocktails listening to the Libertarian candidate who is running for Governor of NY speak, we both decided to use the event as a business opportunity. He got some potential financial business out of it and apparently will be sponsoring an event for the physicians they invite and, well, for me, it got me thinking about law, marketing and how much this exponentially growing industry will need both. Hmmmm so many thoughts. Still processing.  Quite a productive evening! Part One.

Part two, believe it or not I thereafter had a date with an ex-ad exec turned paramedic who lives in my hood. May as well pack them in back to back I say…and pot to a paramedic – it’s just too cliché! Anyway, it’s a numbers game. Or so I am told. One would think I would have surpassed the requisite number(s) by now! Can’t fault a girl for trying!

It was my bday this week so I thought I would share some of my favorite shots and sites from the last few months….my bday photo! Ahhh the Hudson Valley meets champagne and a dear friend!



Yeah you know it….


Who could need more?


LOVE THIS!!  Bring on the gluten!


Times Square people watching…classic encounter on my way to the theater….tip-worthy


And then there was the “red party” last week…don’t ask. Felt like a weird V-day party in August….but cool fish!


And let’s not forget all the great music from the last month or two….you hopefully remember this kid….


Dave Malone’s birthday party….



And lastly, friends who are on board with WSV….thank you!! You rock!! xo

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In life there are no coincidences….it’s all happening for a reason that will hopefully unfold….

“There are only two ways to live your life.  One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is.” ― Albert Einstein,

“Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” ― Albert EinsteinThe World As I See It    

There are no coincidences…it’s all happening for a reason.  That’s what I keep telling myself. I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in 14 years last night randomly as I walked into a restaurant on the spur of the moment…the same restaurant which is located in the exact same spot where I applied for a job at Club Med when I was 22.  Last year, I sat in the exact same seat in which I interviewed for my Club Med job, now that it’s a restaurant, and planned my departure from NYC.  Today I ran into another old friend from college on the street in midtown who I haven’t seen in 14 years…..both of these people live in LA and work in the entertainment business. A business which I still entertain the thought of re-entering… what’s the reason? There must be a reason….something to ponder. What are the reasons why things are happening in your life? Good, bad, interesting, mundane. Think about it. 

Below is something that I came across that just makes me laugh every time I read it. And I love Christmas! Happy humpday. What a weird phrase….




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