Personal Dispatches — November 4, 2026 This morning, I ate pasta salad for breakfast. I wanted eggs. Toast. Coffee. Something hot. Instead, I had a chocolate bar, chili and rice, meat sticks, and pasta salad to choose from. Not exactly …
Personal Dispatches — November 3, 2026 I’ve had a lot of things happen to me. Some of them have been difficult to believe, even as I’ve been living through them. But perhaps the most profound realization I’ve had throughout all …
A wheelchair, a hospital, a tent, and the question nobody could answer PERSONAL DISPATCHES | SPECIAL INVESTIGATION By Randy Millis | Kelowna, British Columbia | November 2026 “And if I’m not ready to go then?” “Then security will be called.” …
I’m lying on a bed right now, and I’m actually crying. After everything that’s happened over the past six months—the shelters, the hospitalizations, the wheelchair dispute, losing my shelter bed, fighting for accommodation, and trying to figure out where the …
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November 2, 2026 — Kelowna, British Columbia There’s something profoundly exhausting about having to prove, over and over again, that you’re a human being. Not that you’re homeless. Not that you’re disabled. Not that you’re entitled to special treatment. Just …