United 93

On September 11, 2001 I was here in NYC. For many hours I thought my husband was buried under the towers. When he arrived home late that afternoon, I was overjoyed. But that joy was cut short as we learned two of Arthur’s best friends had perished in the crash of United 93 in Shanksville, PA (ironically not very far from Johnstown, PA where both my parents were born and are buried). This made my connection to that day, that plane, and that place all the more personal. I remember reading a story in New York Magazine that stated that everyone has a story to tell of 9/11 and that we should let each one tell his or her particular story over and over again. And only in that way could we all come to terms with our grief and begin to forge ahead. Leo Tolstoy once said “Art is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.” I serendipitously came to be cast in the film United 93. It was never just a job for any of us involved. It became our personal responsibility to tell the story of those 40 souls as truthfully as possible. As this story keeps growing, mutating, mysteriously moving- heaping coincidence, connection, happenstance, and irony one upon the other, I have chosen to devote a special portion of this site to its’ retelling.