Searching for Alan Rickman.

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Bless his heart, but spouse John has endured my silly starstruckedness when it comes to Hollywood icons. I’m so over John Mayer, and that’s his own fault. How could someone so young be able to write and sing about things only more seasoned hearts would suffer? And then, how is it he is the master of romantic roadkill? It doesn’t add up. Still, the whole family listens to his music, which is really, really good. I just wish his heart strings would align with his guitar riffs.

I am so looking forward to the next installment of Harry Potter, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” simply so I can pay to sit next to my family and gaze at Alan Rickman as Severus Snape for a couple of hours without Continue reading “Searching for Alan Rickman.”