The everyday inconsistencies of everything. When wildfire forces someone from their home, the question is: Where can we put them? When someone is already homeless, too often the question becomes: How do we get them out of here? Over the …
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The Price of Being Housed There is something absurd about becoming homeless and discovering that, in at least one important way, my life improved. I’m eating better. Meat. Vegetables. Salads. Fruit. Yogurt. Eggs. Potatoes. Pasta. Actual cooked meals with variety. …
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When “Home” Becomes Something Everyone Else Is Selling Gallery: A collection of advertisements, storefronts, and scenes that all use the idea of “home”—viewed through the perspective of someone currently experiencing homelessness. Home. It’s one of the smallest words in the …
Kelowna, British Columbia — August 2, 2026 At approximately 8:37 a.m., I boarded the northbound Route 2 on shuttle bus 2930. The driver was helpful, but during our conversation he told me that only HandyDART drivers may assist manual wheelchair …
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When I was a kid, my mom and I played Punch Buggy. The rules were simple. Whoever spotted a Volkswagen Beetle first got to call it out. “Punch Buggy!” Before long, it seemed like Beetles were everywhere. Of course they …
When people think about homelessness, this is often the image that comes to mind. A bench. A shopping cart. Everything someone owns piled together. It’s a real image. It’s also an incomplete one. My experience doesn’t look like this. Tonight …
Every day has a headline somewhere. This wasn’t one of them. These photographs were made during a single lunch hour on one block of Richter Street in Kelowna. A restaurant opens for lunch. A delivery arrives. Shelter staff prepare lunch. …
The Richter Street Bike Shop It really was a five-dollar bike. You could tell. It was kind of silver. Kind of rusty. The paint was chipped, scratched, and faded from years of use. The front tire was black. The rear …
People tell you to keep looking. They mean well. They imagine looking for housing means scrolling through listings over a morning coffee, sending a few messages, arranging a viewing, signing a lease, and moving in. That isn’t what it looks …
There are sentences you’re not supposed to say out loud. “I like taking my shits here.” Read that again. It’s crude. It isn’t polished. It isn’t the sort of sentence you’d expect to open a piece of journalism. It’s also …