Buffalo’s Wabi-Sabi
Like old structures, it is the flaws and imperfections that tell our stories and make us interesting.
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When the Saints Come Marching
The March celebrations honoring St. Patrick and St. Joseph couldn’t be more different.
When Nuns Ruled the Roost
If you went to Catholic school in the ‘60s or ‘70s, the word “nun” undoubtedly conjures up strong emotions.
Our Year of Living Differently
Goodbye 2020! What lessons did I learn from you to determine how I will live in 2021?
My Six Words of Gratitude
If I had to say what I am thankful for in 2020, my six words would be these: I am grateful for the Internet.
Sogni Siciliani
Last night I dreamed I was in Sicily again.
Fish Fry Fridays
Why is the fish fry so popular in a town where beef on ‘weck, Sahlen’s hot dogs, and chicken wings suggest a distinct predilection for meat?
Children of the River
We who grew up alongside the mighty Niagara know it as the artery that pulsed through our childhood. Photo courtesy of Maria Eley.
Strawberry Backs and Blackberry Fingers
As an inner city child, one of the things I looked forward to every summer was a trip to the countryside to pick berries.
Water in the Mouth
All I have to do is think about the authentic street food usually on offer at the Italian Festival—sfinge, cannoli, gardoons, zeppole, pizza bianca—and I begin to drool.
Front Porch Summers
No one had air-conditioning, the windows were wide open, and there were no family secrets in the summertime.
Small Victories
Back in 1943, nearly every yard on the West Side of Buffalo, no matter the size, became what was then called a Victory Garden. My mother and father both recall the vibrant, productive gardens that filled these small spaces, and remember doing what they could to contribute, though they were only small children when World […]