Inspired Freelancer

Proud.

Julie Cajigas — Mon, 21 May 2012 05:40:39 -0400

It has been quite a year since last I wrote on the blog. In summer 2012 I finished my thesis (Facebook Anonymous Information Seeking (FAIS) Behaviors - Emerging Definitions and Conceptual Relationships) and taught my first class as an adjunct at The University of Akron. Late in August, I was offered a full time Visiting Lecturer position in Public Relations by The School of Communication at The University of Akron. I accepted and embarked on a full teaching schedule.

Teaching upper level courses in Public Relations has been a very rewarding experience. My first semester I taught Public Relations Strategies, two selections of Public Relations Publications and Interpersonal Communication. Of all three classes, Public Relations Publications is the one I was most able to make my own. I chose new books, re-interpreted the curriculum into new and exciting projects, and used my former training in typography to set my standards high. The results have been incredible. I always tell students that my favorite moments are those when I see one of them create something I never would have thought of. It's a surprisingly common occurance in Publications.

In my second semester, I began with three full sections of Publications, and a section of Magazine writing. Having written for several magazines on a monthly basis for the past four years, I was especially excited to teach that course. About six weeks into the semester, one of the professors fell ill, and I took over Public Relations Writing. I feel the most confident teaching PR Writing because of my experiences both in my professional life and in my freelance life. This semester certainly presented its own challenges, but there were also many positive aspects as well.

In magazine writing, a number of students wrote fascinating stories. Some of my favorites were about finding living relatives during a genealogy search, creating your own boardgame club, choosing a fantasy baseball nickname, a man who survived heart failure, and a day in the life of a 25-year-old musician who lives in his van and loves it. In PR Writing, each of the students generated a media kit for a real business, who then selected the top student work to use as part of their actual media kit. The results were excellent, and the business owner was impressed with many of the students. I was also proud of the overall quality of their writing by the end of the course. With over 60 students in my three sections of Publications, there was certainly a lot of grading, but I enjoyed seeing all of the work the students did. I'm so proud of their work, in fact, that tomorrow I am headed to campus to create a display of top student designs.

I was especially proud to receive an Outstanding and Distinguished Faculty award from the Residence Hall Honorary. I was nominated by a student who I've had in several classes, and who I enjoy very much as a person. The photograph at the opening of this entry is of me and three of my students (but not the one who nominated me - she was out of town) just after accepting the award.

In addition to my full academic schedule, I also worked on some fantastic writing projects as a freelancer. Two of these projects were for Cleveland State University. I was honored to be asked to work on their research magazine, called Engaged Scholarship. I was the ghostwriter for 10 of the stories in the magazine - see if you can guess which ones are mine. I was also the freelance writer for the Cleveland-Marshall College of Law Stories Book. Inspired by my Magazine Writing students, I put a lot of extra time and effort into these stories, attempting to make them enjoyable for anyone who might pick up the magazine. I had a wonderful time talking with all of the featured alumni, who each have a great story.

This spring I said goodbye to my longtime freelance job with Counselor Magazine working on the Apparel Hot Sheet, but said hello to freelance work with Stitches Magazine. I'm writing the LookBook, which analyzes and interprets runway fashion for embroiderers across the country and looks at other trends and fashion-related topics. So far, it's been a lot of fun and I got to interview Mariana Leung, an embroiderer and fashion maven who works with designers like Oscar De La Renta and Vera Wang. My From the Runway section was also featured on the ASI blog.

My latest proud moment is directed towards one of my favorite students. Katey Kimpel, a senior PR major and President of the PRSSA came to me for help with her participation in The NY Intern Project, a competition held by Affect, a public relations and social media agency in New York City, to choose their 2012 summer intern. You can see her entry (which I may or may not make a cameo in) here. Katey's entry was one of 110 received, but she quickly rose to the top in the voting round and was slated for Skype and Google+ Hangout interviews. We spent hours practicing and prepping for her interviews and making sure all of her pieces were in order for the in-person interview in New York City as a finalist. Last week it was announced that Katey had won the competition and would be interning in NYC in the summer. I am so proud of her and I can't wait to hear all about her experience!

In terms of music, I've had a full year with The Cleveland Orchestra Chorus as well. From singing Stravinsky's Mass with the COC Chamber Chorus to preparing Verdi's Requiem (coming up May 31 and June 2 - don't miss it), there have been many wonderful moments. The most memorable might have been Julia Lezhneva performing the second soprano part in Mozart's Mass in C during our first Orchestra rehearsal. It was one of the most breathtaking musical moments of my life. I'm sure it was just as beautiful during the performances, but hearing it ring out in the empty hall is the closest thing to being in the audience. All-in-all it was a wonderful year for music in my life as well.

There you have it - an update from the Inspired Freelancer. Hopefully I can inspire myself to write again soon to tell you what's on the horizon!

New(ish) Photography

Julie Cajigas — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 01:27:37 -0400

If we are Facebook friends, some of these photographs might seem old, and they are certainly not all-inclusive, but they are some of my favorites over the past year or so. If you're new to me, you can see some previous photos here: Photography Portfolio.

To Dad on Father's Day

Julie Cajigas — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 05:07:29 -0400

Father's day has been over for a few hours now, but I find myself thinking about my father as I edit the final draft of my Master's Thesis. My father was a software engineer who loved technology, and I know he'd be interested in my study, which looks at computer mediated communication, specifically, information seeking behaviors on Facebook. It was my father who taught me to love science. I remember watching video from the Hubble telescope and I remember dad bringing home freeze-dried ice cream from his trips to the NASA space centers. To me, his job was glamorous, working on space ships. And he did, he programmed the software for the life systems on the space shuttles. Tucked away at mom's house are photographs of him with famous astronauts. He even had his picture featured in a book published by NASA.

I remember being little and getting into all sorts of scientific trouble with dad. We raised sea monkeys, used a rock tumbler, made a human hair hygrometer and went by the lake to watch for waterspouts. I remember trying to assemble models of human cells with plastic bowls and clay, and I remember how excited he was to build us our first computer. My dad's home office was full of curiosities like an old reel to reel tape machine, little bendy circuit boards and electronic tools.

When the school let us shadow someone, I wanted to shadow my dad. I went with him to a day at work and then I went with him to teach night school at Cleveland State University, in their department of continuing education. His students were surprised that a tween was so adamant about following along with the C++ lesson they were learning. Another year I had a math project, and dad and I wrote a program where you plugged in the endpoints of two lines and the program calculated the intersection. I was so proud of that little program.

To get into my memories of my father is somewhat painful I must admit. Life is so very long, even when you are 29 years old. The things that happened when you were 8 or 12 or even 16 become so foggy and fuzzy. They are like still photos or a few strips of film that you can barely run through the old rusted projector. It's heartbreaking sometimes, not being able to enjoy a vivid, visceral memory. The one memory that is always vivid, maybe because mom has it on video tape somewhere, is the way it sounded when Dad talked to me when I was a baby. "Julie Ann," I can hear him saying. Maybe on some Christmas morning, or during some other family get together. It's the memories that you play over and over that you remember, but you know there were so many days in between that are gone for good without someone else to remind you.

Anyway, I don't want to write too much else right now about our relationship. I do have to get back to editing my massive thesis document. But, the thing that inspired me to pop on and write, that I do want to write about. As I was working, and thinking about my dad, I did what I often do when I'm thinking of someone, I google them. Strange? Maybe. But, somehow a person's google results are proof that they were here. I've googled great grandma Marian a number of times since she passed away last month and seeing the story I wrote about her on her 100th birthday and her mixed media piece at the Lakeland art show, somehow I find some comfort in that.

I've google'd my father before. One time I even found a patent with his name on it, but that was nowhere to be found tonight, maybe it's expired by now. In fact, only two things came up. One was my great grandmother's obituary, which listed his name as someone who had preceded her in death. The second is a note I wrote on a donation website in 2009, when I made a donation in dad's name. A friend of a friend was looking for books for the kids in his classroom in an inner city school in NYC. He wanted to start a library. When my friend posted about it, it made me think of dad and how important education and reading were to him. Anyway, it broke my heart tonight that he only appeared in three Google results. Dad was a remarkable person, and I feel like there should be more of a record.

Though I miss my father frequently for many important reasons, I often begin missing him because of technology. I'll be sitting around marveling at something new, or messing with some piece of technology; my iPhone, my computer, my e-mail, Google, Facebook, my blog, my amazing photo editing program, etc., and I'll realize at some point that Dad never got to see any of these things. He passed away at age 43 in 1998. In 1998, there was no Facebook - was there even Google? Not really. Google incorporated in September of 1998; my father passed away on August 23rd. I can't even imagine how fascinated my father would have been, or how he would have become involved with the wonderful technology we have today.

And, it makes me sad that he's not indexed in Google for all of his accomplishments as a programmer and as a person. So, I'm going to put his full name here, and someone can read about our sea monkeys, the games we played on the Vectrex and his love of Peter Gabriel that I didn't understand until he had been gone a few years. My father's name was James David Powell III. I wish he could see all of the amazing things that have happened since he has been gone, and I wish I could search him on Google and find pieces of his life, which are pieces of mine as well. Mostly, I wish I could know him as an adult. I wish we could talk, adult to adult, and I wish I could know him better. I wish he was here to meet my husband and to be a part of my family. I wonder how life would be different if he was here. Suffice it to say, losing him has been the biggest heartbreak of my life, and the biggest lesson in the fleeting nature of existence. I try not to take anything for granted, and I hope that one day I get to see him again.

Happy Father's Day Dad.

To Mom On Mother's Day

Julie Cajigas — Sun, 08 May 2011 09:17:09 -0400

Mother's Day is a time to reflect on the blessings of your relationship with the woman who gave you life on this earth, who nurtured that life from a tiny seed to a whole person and who denied herself to give you the greatest gift that one person can give another in this life.

One of my earliest memories of my mother is sitting at a kitchen table coloring. She always had the most beautiful penmanship and she could color perfectly in between the lines. I remember I would ask her to draw peas and carrots, and she would draw perfect little green peas and square orange carrots (like my favorite frozen veggie blend), using a tight swirling motion to create even coverage with precision. To my little mind, she was a crayon magician. I also remember bath time, and the way it felt when she reminded me to say my prayers, my skin still soft from the soap and water in my warm pajamas. I remember hearing the theme from Married With Children playing just before the door closed, when she would head down to spend mommy and daddy time after the little ones fell asleep.

I also remember her on Christmas. Mom and dad's epic shopping and wrapping made for the most exciting days of my childhood. I remember laying in bed in another house with candelabra in the window and pink footie bambi pajamas. Dad had just read us the Night Before Christmas, and I remember laying with a pounding heart, looking at the flower patterns on the ceiling, waiting for Santa. Little did I know that Mom and Dad were down there stacking presents and adjusting bows before they collapsed a few hours. In her beautiful, long nightgown the next morning, mom would sit and watch with excitement as we opened each gift. That year there may have been ice skating lessons, which meant even more work for mom, getting both me and my brother there each time. I never became a figure skater, but I still remember the excitement of opening the package with skating lessons.

Mom made sure that we had so many opportunities. I remember when we purchased my first violin at Phabe's music, and I'm sure it was a sacrifice for my parents at a few hundred dollars. I also remember when she bought me my current violin so I could study in college, a much bigger sacrifice and investment. I remember countless trips to various places so I could take a lesson, play in an orchestra, act in a play, check out library books, visit my grandmas, participate in Life Teen and see friends from our old neighborhood. When I was being bullied and teased in school, mom and dad invested in Catholic school in the hopes of giving us a better education.

I remember mom making play-dough. Those were some of the funnest days. She had a secret play-dough recipe that was much better than the stuff that came in cans. We'd spend hours at the kitchen table morphing it into dinosaurs and dolls and various shapes. I'm sure that play-dough was an unholy mess to make and clean up, but she made it anyway and spent afternoons playing with us.

Maybe her most remarkable sacrifice, the one that meant the most then and still means the most now is that mom gave up her independence and chance at a career life to make us her life. Though I know many moms need to work and choose to work, I want to thank mine for being home with me. Those long hours spent coloring or playing, picking up crab apples, going to swimming lessons, skating lessons, music lessons and God knows what else, those hours made my childhood really special. Looking back now, I envy my childhood self. Running in the sprinkler on a hot sunny day, coloring or reading on rainy ones. Having someone to hold my hand, dress my scraped knee and wipe my tears when the kids played tricks on me at birthday parties in my delicate adolescent years; I can never say thank you enough for those things.

And then came the most difficult time for all of us. My father passing away suddenly in his early forties made the world stop in its tracks. The pain and anguish suffered by mom, me, my siblings; even now, more than a decade later, the profound sadness and anger that accompanied that event is fresh in my mind. Coupled with the angst of my already challenging transition to adulthood, I am sure I was not a pleasant person to be around. Mom then began to teach me the most important life lesson, by example. Faced with a difficult path, she could have chosen to react many different ways, but the way she reacted then and now is to do what she had done all along, to put herself second, to put her needs and wants and desires second, maybe more like fifth, and to put her children ahead. She has helped each one of us above and beyond the call of duty, nurtured us, given to us, shared with us, sometimes to her detriment. If not for her, none of us would have ever had a chance to be where we are now. At this moment I am reminded of the help she gave me with my wedding, which was far and above what was comfortable or easy for her. It was a beautiful day I will never forget and without her, it never would have been possible.

She has also continued to help others. Her family, my father's family, my new family, a little boy in Guatemala through Catholic Charities, a young man at the school she works at and even a rescue dog from the church parking lot. Mom has made her home and heart open to so many who are either orphans or who have difficulties in this world. She has showed us by example how to follow the Golden rule, how to treat others as we want to be treated. She has walked the walk of love. This was never more obvious than the day I sat with her just before her mother passed away and watched her dab her mother's lips with a moist cotton ball to keep her comfortable. During the heartbreaking moments, mom's love shone through and touched my heart.

Mom may not always be perfect, but she was perfect for me. I want to be like my mother, a person people can count on, a person who is reliably good, who gives of herself to help others. I hope that I can be as good a mother to my children as my mother was to me.

I love you mom. I will never forget everything you have done for me and everything you have given me. You gave me life and you made my life a life worth living. Thank you for being you.

Love,

Julie

The Pall Bearers

Julie Cajigas — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 00:16:26 -0400

This is a poem and piece of art that I created for a design class. Though this design was not chosen by my professor, I was proud of my work on it. Thus, I am sharing it with the dwindling readers of my much-dormant blog. I'm finishing up my Masters thesis right now, so I don't have a lot to share other than to say that I'll be back soon!

This image, and the poetry therein is copyrighted by me. Please do not use it without permission. Thank you!

I am a writer

Julie Cajigas — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 11:50:06 -0500

I think it all comes down to this statement. I am a writer, a crafter of copy. I enjoy telling a story, whether it's about pneumatic parts or heartwarming community events. I am also a photographer and sometimes graphic designer. I love composing images. In addition to these things, I am a researcher. I love using statistics to determine scientific truths about communication patterns. I love pouring over articles and digging for dirt on stories.

As I work more and learn more, I am leaning towards journalism and fiction. Journalism because I love to tell the stories of the deserving and sometimes the utterly undeserving and fiction because reality gets too depressing without a little flight of fancy here and there. Thus, I am looking for new opportunities to write creatively. My strengths right now are fashion and event-based writing. Anyone looking for a journalist?

Success at Festivus!

Julie Cajigas — Wed, 15 Dec 2010 11:19:32 -0500

A while back, I wrote a post about how to deal with rejection. That particular post was inspired by a disappointing experience. I had submitted some photographs to the Cleveland State University student art show, and none of them had been accepted. I had gone through a lot of trouble to have them custom matted, and I was fairly devastated.

Fast forward over a year, and for the very first time, I am showing my photography in a gallery - Cleveland's Wall Eye Gallery, to be exact. It's just two of my photos in a show with works from 52 other artists, but it's certainly something I'm very excited about. My true love is photographing people (which I do for engagements, weddings, other happy moments and just for fun), and it's not often that people in a gallery want to look at your best-composed engagement photo. I do, however, have some great photos taken this year that showcase something other than all of my gorgeous human friends. The two photos appearing in the show are "Jeffrey," a two-photo piece showcasing a cute giraffe, and "Luz Sagrado," a photo from the interior of Cleveland's Trinity Cathedral.

The great thing about Festivus! is that it's a cash and carry show, with every work in the gallery offered for under $100. I'm hoping that my photos find a home with someone, where they will be enjoyed! The show opens Friday, December 17 from 6-10 p.m., and has hours on Saturday as well, from 12 - 6 p.m.

I also hope you will consider coming to opening night to say hello, take a look at all of the artists' work and maybe even purchase some art for your home. I did last year. I purchased two lovely paintings by Cleveland artist Elise Schieman, which now hang in my living room. Here's the link with all of the show information: Wall Eye Gallery Festivus! Show Information. The gallery also has a wonderful, kitschy boutique shop with lots of great gifts, and the show will feature a Festivus! pole and a wall of grievances. Bring a date - grievance together :).

And, now, a preview of this most exciting Festivus! Success. Here is one half of my two-photo presentation called "Jeffrey."

He is a cute little giraffe isn't he? He kind of reminds me of Muffin (our dachshund puppy). Happy Festivus! All!

Absentia

Julie Cajigas — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 23:05:20 -0400

Well, I haven't posted in quite some time now. It's funny to look back at my last post which references my exciting adventure with the Allison Bencar band. Suffice it to say that any exciting experiences I may have had were wiped out by her poor management of our relationship. It seems like such a long time since that entry - nearly everything has changed! I'm a full-time graduate student, nearing the completion of my Master's of Applied Communication Methodology. In addition, I have welcomed two new friends into my life. Muffin, our adorable dachshund puppy, and Dylan, my husband's cousin who is staying with us this fall while he studies music at Cleveland State. The landscape of my world might have shifted, but some things are always the same - I'm buried in 18 different kinds of work. I'm skipping off to bed right now, but I wanted to say hello and assure anyone who's still reading that I will be writing again.

Thanks for sticking around!

Adventures in Cleveland: Allison Bencar and her Band

Julie Cajigas — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 03:08:21 -0500

My husband always teases me for my "adventures," which can involve anything from checking out the latest avant-garde gallery opening to traipsing through unfamiliar streets looking for ethnic delicacies. I will admit that I'm pretty adventurous when it comes to experiencing the city and the people in it. I will engage in conversation with just about anyone and my inquisitive nature always leads me to unique experiences.

For a good example of what I'm talking about, let's go back to my junior year of college. I was assigned to write a press release about Sex, Drugs & Rock and Roll, a collection of monologues written by Eric Borgosian (I had no idea at the time that he was on Law and Order: Criminal Intent - and maybe he wasn't back then), for the University Marketing office, where I was an intern. I went to interview the director, and before I knew it, I had committed to singing in the show, which would feature a live band on a large platform above the stage, and which was opening in about two weeks. Beyond having a great time singing songs way outside my classical comfort zone like Heartbreaker and Deja Vu All Over Again, I also met some great people.

One of the people I got to know better through the show was Allison Bencar. Allison and I had met in the Cleveland State University Chorus, but we hadn't really had a chance to talk much during rehearsals. While preparing for the show, and during its weekend-long run, we had some time to get acquainted. Allison is one of those girls with an effortless, classic beauty and a vintage sense of style that evokes a sense of graceful beauty, like that of Audrey Hepburn. At first she might seem a little quiet, but as soon as she takes the stage, everyone around her is instantly captivated by her innocent yet sophisticated range of expression. Even my boyfriend at the time couldn't stop talking about her, and I suppose I never really blamed him. She was, well, she is something special.

After the performance, she and I connected via myspace and eventually via facebook. I kept up with her posts as they emerged in my news feed, but we hadn't kept in touch over the years. As fate would have it, we ran into each other at karaoke at Becky's, the requisite watering hole for Cleveland State University's Music, Communication and Theatre Departments, and Allie sang a beautiful rendition of Mazy Star's "Fade Into You." When I saw concert announcements on facebook over the next few months, I knew I had to get out and hear her.

In Summer 2009, Allie was playing in the Beachcliff plaza in Rocky River, and I was determined to finally make it. I asked two of my favorite Cleveland adventurers (and two of my favorite people in general), Paige (@shoesalwaysfit) and Kate (@kateeidam), to head out with me to hear Allison. I assumed the concert would be in one of the restaurants there, but instead, we saw the band setting up in the parking lot in front of the First Watch. We found a nearby curb, sat down and listened as Allison and her band played a few originals. I must say all of us were impressed with the performance.

I felt strange being there, among people who were clearly Allie's family and friends, who clearly new all the songs, along with a few shoppers and passers by who heard the music and wandered over. The music was romantic, bluesy and smooth and I was filled with a mixture of pride for my friend who was doing so well and an emotional connection to the music, which I found particularly moving. As Allie began to sing her rendition of Jewel's Foolish Games, she showed a refreshing vulnerability. It was clear that the song had personal meaning to her, and the emotion was palpable as she seemed choked up and overcome with emotion. She made it through the song, but the fact that we had seen something uncommonly beautiful hung in the air even as she moved on to other numbers.

After the performance I walked up to say hello and she greeted me as if we had maintained a close friendship over the years. That's Allison for you. It's been a long time since I've met someone who loves as openly and easily as Allison. She is the kind of person that makes you feel like you can be yourself and be completely accepted and appreciated. We chatted a bit and as I often do when I'm excited, I started telling her that I'd love to take photos of her sometime and maybe help her with some marketing. Then, I mentioned that I also played violin and maybe sometime, if she needed a violinist, I could play with the group.

That's how my adventure five years ago with the Cleveland State University drama department ended with me playing in a band.

Allison invited me to bring my violin to a few rehearsals to see how I would fit with the band. I like to think we had an instant chemistry. Allison is backed up by some very talented and supportive musicians, all of whom I immediately enjoyed working with. Within a few weeks I had learned the existing string parts for one or two songs, and written parts for all of the other originals in Allison's repertoire. I also picked up small percussion and some back-up vocals. In the past six months I have had the pleasure of supporting Allison at Brother's Lounge (multiple times), The Roc Bar and Cleveland Public Theatre's Pandemonium (among others) as a member of her band. The experience is one I never really expected. I'm a classical singer and violinist (though I did once enter a Scottish Fiddle Competition); I don't really sing or play popular music. Well, I do now.

What an incredible opportunity to be able to stand on stage with Allison, who, if I haven't mentioned it, is an excellent singer and performer, and to headline shows, even if only in local venues thus far. This Saturday night we played a three-hour set at Brother's Lounge in Cleveland after sharing dinner together at the iconic "My Friends Deli and Restaurant." It was a great show and a lot of fun. After the show, Allison invited everyone to celebrate with her and her family in her cozy Lakewood Apartment. As we were sitting in the kitchen while Allie's mom made grilled cheese sandwiches for everyone, and Allie made me a hot cup of tea, I realized yet again how lucky I am to live in Cleveland, a city where people like Allison are making a difference, not only through their art and music, which is abundant here in Cleveland, but through their open, wonderful personalities that have built a strong, vibrant and unrivaled community.

I can't wait to see where Allison Bencar's career goes, whether I stay on as her violinist or shift back to being a fan. Either way, I know our friendship will continue to be a special part of my life and a testament to my Cleveland adventures!

Thanks for the grilled cheese Allie.... :)

Oh, and if you read this and thought - hey, I want to know more about Allison Bencar... let me share some information. You can visit Allison's Myspace Page, become a fan on her Facebook Fan Page or the Allison Bencar Website, or, sign up to receive Allison Bencar Email Alerts about her concerts (I promise she won't spam you, only good stuff!). So there you have it!

Writing About Cleveland

Julie Cajigas — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 00:39:51 -0500

I probably should have made a New Years resolution to write in my blog more. But, if I'm being honest, the reason I don't write often is really a good one - I'm too busy writing for work. Now, if I could somehow figure out how to write for school, write for work, write for the blog and keep up with my twitter and facebook accounts, well, that would be quite a feat. In the meantime, I do what I can when I can, which leads to daily facebook and twitter use and only rarely leads to writing a blog post.

There has been a lot to write about the past three months that I haven't had the time to cover. Best of all, I've published several local stories including:

Pamper Yourself, One Natural Bar at a Time - a story about Cleveland's most remarkable soapmaker, Michelle Gilbert of Sarva Natural Artisan Soaps, written for Cool Cleveland.

Festivus - scroll down in Cool Cleveland's 12/16 newsletter to read a blurb and watch my video interview about the Festivus show at Cleveland's Walleye Gallery.

A Taste of Something Splendid - a recent story written for Ohio Authority magazine, Ohio's premier online magazine, about Jeni's Splendid Ice Cream.

Sean Higgins, Cleveland's Rock and Roll Artist - a story about one of the coolest artists in Cleveland, Sean Higgins of The Bubble Process, written for Cool Cleveland.

On the Market Path to Fair Trade - scroll down in Cool Cleveland's 12/9 newsletter to see my video interview of The Market Path's Jennifer Browning. The Market Path is a cool fair trade shop in Akron's Highland square. After I wrote the story, I bought my new favorite hat there!

A Magical, Musical, Classical Christmas - an interview of Cleveland Orchestra Chorus director, Bob Porco about their upcoming series of Christmas concerts.

So, it has been an eventful time. I've enjoyed the opportunity to write about Cleveland, my hometown, and the place that is rapidly becoming a city people should want to visit. It's up to those of us who live here and experience the wonderful parts every day to show them why.

I would like to promise daily or at least bi-weekly posts, but school starts this Tuesday, and I will be immersed in the Health Communication and Multivariate Statistics world... So, for now, thanks for reading and I'll write soon!