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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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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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It started as a childhood game. Once you learn to notice something, you begin seeing it everywhere.

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 …

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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 …

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Housing advertisements promise possibility. The search for an affordable, accessible home often feels very different.

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 …

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Looking for something most people never have to think about.

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 …

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Everything on this bed has a purpose. Nothing is here because I have extra space.

Someone invited me for fish and chips this morning. I wanted to go. The people inviting me weren’t offering charity. They know me. They knew me before I became homeless. They know my work, my photography, my radio background, my …

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Editorial photo illustration depicting a hospital discharge: medication, water, and a transit ticket in the foreground while a wheelchair user waits outside the emergency department.

At 4:42 a.m., I called 911. By that point, my regular medications had stopped controlling the pain. It had become so severe that simply getting from my bed to the shelter door was an ordeal. Every push on my manual …

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Today I called. The answer was simple: keep your file active and wait five to ten years

This morning I called the BC Housing Registry. The call lasted 13 minutes. I was told my file was active. My information was updated. My mobility needs were reviewed. We discussed walkers, wheelchairs, stairs, bathtubs, income assistance, shelters, and the …

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