Niagara Falls

In the Stillness of Winter

It was one of those January days when everything seems layered in shades of white: a moody grey-white sky brushed by […]

There’s always something magical about the first snowfall of the year. Of course it wasn’t Buffalo’s first, nor was it

A five-minute walk from the house where I grew up, you can look down along the banks of the Niagara River

“She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be