Life really is too short to hate Cleveland.

I have thought of starting a blog for quite some time.  Why?  Two reasons: 1) infuriating print media and 2) kolachkis.  Don't worry, I will explain.

First, I am not a fan of the print media here in Cleveland.  I find it one-sided, biased, and usually wrong.  That's right, I believe all the fact checkers were the first to be laid off when the economy fell in the downward spiral.  Several months ago, for no good apparent reason, I was called out by name in an article regarding my job.  (I guess now is as good as time as any to let you know that my alleged full-time job here in Cleveland is attorney.  Really, it's being a mom though.)  For some reason, all the media negativity has continued to trickle down to those who post on the internet.  I used to read everyday how horrible Cleveland is and what a terrible waste of space it is and we should bulldoze the entire place...etc, etc, etc.  I cancelled my subscriptions, stopped reading blog posts, and refused to watch the news.  I've been much happier.  So, instead of having everyone cut off the internet to avoid Cleveland haters, I thought why shouldn't I create my own space to show those who care how cool Cleveland really is.

The second reason is Kolachkis.  For those of you who do not know, it is a pastry type cookie that my Grandma used to purchase from one particular Croatian bakery for Easter.  It is Holy Week this week to those who are Christians, such as myself, and I wanted to track down some kolachkis to bring to Easter dinner on Sunday.  I am having a hard time finding "Cleveland's best kolachkis" on the internet.  Then I came across another blog who posted a recipe for making your own kolachkis.  I go all over this City, east, west, and south for food, fun, work, and entertainment.  For example, I will probably try out 3-4 bakeries throughout Cleveland this week in search of my favorite kolachki.  I thought it was about time I shared my crazy expeditions for anyone who would like to read about them.

Life is too short to hate on Cleveland.  My wonderful mother died of cancer when I was 20 years old.  She was a life long Clevelander.  My grandmothers were as well.  I loved their traditions and stories of Cleveland past and I try to keep them alive as much as possible.  I want to share my loves and excitements to in turn, help others stop hating on Cleveland.