Miracle Worker – Stephen M. Silverman, colleague

She was so loving and fun — and there was a time (January 1993, maybe) we were snowed in together for nearly a week in my Lincoln Center apartment because of a blizzard. As you can imagine, we watched a lot of great movies (“The Third Man’ sticks out in my mind) and got through the week, laughing a lot. She also came back from dinner that week and told me she had run into Stanley Donen in the restaurant and he said hello to me. I had been working on his biography but had gotten so pissed off at him I had put the book away for months and months. If it hadn’t been for Sheila being the surprise messenger, I probably never have gone back to it. 

So, you see, she was a miracle worker.

I share in your loss.

Again, lots of love, Stephen