STOP THE VIOLENCE. I am mourning several good women gunned down already this year. There’s a great war going on if you feel you need to use weapons. Why do they silence the good ones and leave the bad here? RIP Nancy. You are in a better place.

Nancy was a steel magnolia. She was warm, smart & very funny and very thoughtful. She was generous with her time and yet very hard working. I’ve been reflecting on the funny stories one gathers from 25+ years of knowing her. In the winter of 1982 with the ‘big storm’ that shut down the city, Nancy was out shoveling the driveway of our apartment building in the dark in her bathrobe so that she could make it to the Post that night! Well of course I had to help her! She rescued me more than once when I locked myself out of my apartment in those days and always treated me like an old family friend. She was an excellent cook, stylish, well traveled with many friends of all types. I loved her stories and her column. And she was a steel magnolia. Once I witnessed someone make insulting comments about something with which Nancy was affiliated, and lovely Nancy, with great aplomp & politeness, delivered a zinger that was so perfect I’m not even sure the intended ‘caught’ it! It was an absolute perfect moment!. Nancy’s laughter & warmth come to mind. Being around Nancy was always good. She was an original and I’ll miss her very much.

I never met Ms. Miller but always looked forward to her column. It always seemed like a update from a friend, just a few lines to let us know what she had been doing. I contacted her once to comment on a column, and she replied almost instantly. I was impressed by her graciousness. I was saddened when she retired, but happy she was able to move into another chapter in her life. How sad that it was cut short in this way. My heart goes out to her family and friends.

I had been reading Nancy’s column for some time, I looked forward to reading it on Saturday mornings. A few years ago I had the pleasure of meeting Nancy through my cousin Joy. What a lovely lady, gracious, kind and warming. We met at a Super Bowl party and there was a little girl there, Nancy ended up spending a lot of time with her, whether by choice or not, she never let on. Nancy will be missed by many, my deepest sympathy to her family and friends, especially Peter and my dear cousin Joy.

As a City Desk intern in the late 1980’s, I remember Ms. Miller’s smile. I am shocked and saddened by this tragedy. Her family is in my prayers.

Nancy Miller is a very genuine and special person that deserved a lot more life to live. I am very disgusted by the news of her death! She was very appreciated!! When I bought my home she was one of the first people to rsvp to my housewarming party. The night she was found dead her neighbor phoned me and mentioned I was one of the few people she could think of to call. That seemed strange because I hadn’t seen Nancy since her and Peter were dining at Acero a few months ago. Well her neighbor told me that Nancy was always saying nice things about me and that’s why she thought to call me. I am really MOVED by this! She will never be forgotten……I am listening to and dedicate the song “I will remember you” by Sarah McLachlan to Nancy.

I want to add my heartfelt sadness to the moving and loving expressions of grief at Nancy Miller’s death. I feel a true sense of personal loss although we didn’t know each other really.

Nancy was the first editor who gave me a chance to publish my byline in a non-local publication. She was consistently kind, encouraging and helped give me the courage to go on writing.

That so many people have taken the time to express their admiration for her strength of character paints a picture that’s worth a thousand words.

It didn’t feel real before - not really possible - And now today’s news makes it horribly real -
Nancy deserved far longer in life. Let’s work to remember her as she lived and not how she was taken from us. My prayers and sympathies to her family and close loved ones. Fondly, Jill

Nancy was a wise editor whose first concern was the reader. In her mind, the reader was our real boss. She wanted to serve readers stories that showed heart and human motivation behind the who, when, where and why. She hoped even the most tragic story (yes, the ones similar to this one about her death) would make readers think deeply and maybe take action.
In the late 1990s as Assistant Metro Editor she had wide responsiblities assisting a fine man whose illness presented memory challenges years before his death. Nancy was quiet and quick about taking a stitch there, cleaning up a tiny fire over there so that his earnest efforts and his self-esteem could remain whole for as long as possible. Few knew of her efforts and that is how she wanted it. She’d wave her hands and laugh off any thanks. For years she worked weekends so he could be with his children.
When Nancy’s nieces and nephews came to town, we, her Post-Dispatch colleagues, didn’t need to be told. Her usual smile widened.The Southern lilt in her voice swooned with joy and she was even wittier than usual. She loved her family and her beau Peter.

There are no words to describe Nancy.
As a very close friend of my mom and family, I’ve known her as long as I can remember, and ever since I was a little girl I have thought of her as one of the coolest ladies that I know. Her always genuine “How are you?”s and her sincerely charming disposition set Nancy apart from any other adult that I know. I was always impressed by her ability to relate to me, especially when I was very young, just as she would relate to one of her own friends. Whenever Nancy called to talk to my mom and I answered the phone instead she would always, without hesitation, start talking to me as if I was the one that she called to speak to. She made me feel just as loved and special as I know that she made my mom (and many others) feel. Nancy has always been the kind of genuine, honest woman that I always hoped that I could grow into, and I hope that I can honor her memory by continuing to strive to be the effortlessly wonderful lady that she was. I am still so horrified that this could happen to her, but all I can say is that I hope that she knows how much we truly love her and miss her.