Alan Rickman was the Epitome of Film and the Artistic Endeavor

God, this is hard. Here I am again, staring at my computer overwhelmed with feeling at the sudden passing of an icon, and wordless — but not taking a moment to add my small, unimportant voice in tribute seems like an insult. Alan Rickman wasn’t just my childhood, he was film for me. Period. Die Hard, Robin Hood,... Continue Reading →

A Love Letter from the Girl with the Mousy Hair

We can beat them forever and ever. We can be heroes, just for one day. It’s hard trying to describe the effect a stranger’s had on your life. Celebrities, whether musicians, actors, or authors, are just people: the same as us, although, obviously, on a much higher plane of public notoriety. I’m not one for... Continue Reading →

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