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Sasha’s Story is an 8 part series running until December 24. To listen to the audio backgrounder from CHRI radio, click   Episode #7 Hope...

Sasha’s Story is an 8 part series running until December 24. To listen to the audio backgrounder from CHRI radio, click   Episode #6...

Sasha’s Story is an 8 part series running until December 24. To listen to the audio backgrounder from CHRI radio, click  Episode #4...

Sasha’s Story is an 8 part series running until December 24. To listen to the audio backgrounder from CHRI radio, click   Episode #3 Hard...

We lived in a rough neighbourhood called the ‘Courts’ in Saint John.  That’s where the refugees are.   We played baseball with sticks and...

I was working the streets in Ottawa, prostituting.  I had dates all night,  from early evening until late, late – and no place to sleep. ...

This past May, Mark, a long-time member of the art group, was in a terrible accident. He was struck by a car which caused severe head...

As I looked around the room as lunch was in full-swing yesterday, I couldn’t help but feel very blessed to be surrounded by great 39...

I recently had to take a six month break (at least, I hope it’ll only be six months) from street outreach because of health problems.  It...

So last week the Wednesday night group got SOAKED (during that big rainstorm) on our evening walk-around. I mean drenched. I’ve seriously...

Leo is one of the ’rounders’ at OIM (‘been around a long time) and comes weekly to catch up and connect with our people.  Life was very...

OIM hosted our annual Easter Dinner this week.  Over 40 volunteers  served 150 dinners to our street community.  As I stood back and...

One of the most amazing privileges of working with people is the opportunities we have to build relationships. Over the past years there...

As I write this, you should know that I am really, really angry!  I am angry as I witnessed and was even an unwilling participant of...

“Do you have room for one more?” It was the end of the day at our drop-in and I was getting ready to clean up the foot care station. I...

I can’t help but feel a profound sense of sadness and tragedy some nights during outreach.  But, once in a while you stumble upon an...

Well, it wasn’t exactly bright and shining.  It was more like a dull and well-worn silver key, but the glow that came off the face of our...

“Heroin saved my life.” Not something I ever thought I would hear, let alone, believe. One of the youth in the art group said this to me...

She wheeled the stroller into drop-in.  It was a bitterly cold day and the bundle inside the stroller was barely recognizable…But WE knew...

Going to work this morning, I came down the same hill at the same time and saw the same bus going up the other side.  I got on my usual...