What a horrific story. I’m not sure I know how to express my feelings about this without taking some more time to search through what this nightmare says about all of us in different ways.
I mean the poor girl ended in the toilet and her murderer on page 6- she was a talented dancer at the emergence of her career and he was the neighborhood drug dealer….I mean come on, talking about irony of fate….
I met and saw her dance in class at the Graham School in 1989. Her name and phone number were in one of my ex-husband’s notebooks. They had coffee once…. before her murder, my biggest fear was to die in NYC as she did….Her horrible death confirmed that life & death in this city can be brutal.
I will always remember her.
::::May your soul find peace Monica::::
July 22, 2010 at 10:56 pm
What a horrific story. I’m not sure I know how to express my feelings about this without taking some more time to search through what this nightmare says about all of us in different ways.
August 27, 2010 at 7:25 pm
I mean the poor girl ended in the toilet and her murderer on page 6- she was a talented dancer at the emergence of her career and he was the neighborhood drug dealer….I mean come on, talking about irony of fate….
April 14, 2016 at 2:29 am
I met and saw her dance in class at the Graham School in 1989. Her name and phone number were in one of my ex-husband’s notebooks. They had coffee once…. before her murder, my biggest fear was to die in NYC as she did….Her horrible death confirmed that life & death in this city can be brutal.
I will always remember her.
::::May your soul find peace Monica::::