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Who’s In Your “Love Army?” Not all family comes from a place of birth. Often those situations can be traumatic, painful and unhealthy. If...

On Jan 15, OIM launches a NEW Innercity Veterans Outreach & Support Service (DETAILS BELOW). Over the coming weeks and months, we will be...

Have you ever met someone who is just amazing at remembering names? That person who you met once 3 years ago, who remembers your name as...

It was a particularly rough start to the night at Innercity Arts. One of the youth had arrived in distress, suffering from a mental...

I make a quick stop at a local fast food restaurant for some food and meet a homeless gentleman at the door. He is panhandling, which is...

Larissa volunteering at the 2017 festival Every year, the Canadian Stone Carving Festival raises funds for Innercity Arts. Many young...

Damon was downtown one afternoon, when he began to sense the ever too familiar feelings of anxiety and depression taking over: quickening...

Larissa’s Journey is a blog series that we hope will offer insight and understanding into the lives of one of the young people in the...

Larissa’s Journey is a blog series that we hope will offer insight and understanding into the lives of one of the young people in the...

Each month, Terri drops off a home cooked meal for the youth of Innercity Arts. She always puts such love and care into her meals, making...

The poem was heart wrenching, it really struck a chord. It talks about a young man’s struggle, his pain with life and how he finally...

I’m not talking about the stories of trauma, tragedy or loss which I have – sadly – come to expect. No, I’m talking about something a...

One of these uniquely complex stories involve a gentleman by the name of ‘Jim.’ I have been blessed with the opportunity to help him as...

Life is like that at times and people somehow seem to end up in the dark recesses of memory and disappear behind the urgency of the lives...

When someone from the street experiences loss, their own isolation and marginalization is often compounded with the question: Does anyone...

It was the end of the day at our drop-in and I was getting ready to clean up the Foot Care Station. I had been there for four hours,...

And yet, they are all there with the same message: “I want your attention.” The reward in the discovery of a “blur” is like a box waiting...

On a recent family vacation to BC, we witnessed polite but dishevelled panhandlers plying their trade amidst the more decidedly destitute...

I want to share a short, but quite wonderful, blessing I received from my street-engaged friend named ‘Bob.’ When you are on the streets,...

“I’ve been on my own a long time. I left home when I was 10. Been on my own ever since.” Edward told me this as we sat together in the...