Showing posts with label economic inequality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label economic inequality. Show all posts

Friday, November 6, 2026

eight years of starting over

 eight years of starting over: but what about the people who were left behind?

There is an astrological perspective making the rounds about Uranus leaving Taurus and entering Gemini on April 25, 2026.

According to astrology, Uranus spent nearly eight years moving through Taurus, a period associated with disruption, unexpected change, financial security, stability and the foundations upon which we build our lives.

The suggestion is that people who have spent these years starting over are finally entering a new chapter.

I hope that's true.

But I think there is a much bigger conversation we need to have.

What about the people who never got the opportunity to start over?

Between 2018 and 2026, an awful lot happened. People lost jobs, homes, businesses, relationships, families and their sense of security. COVID accelerated existing problems, but it also exposed just how fragile many people's lives had become.

Some people recovered. Some reinvented themselves. Some found new opportunities.

Others lost everything.

And some never made it through.

We have to acknowledge the human cost of these years. Homelessness, substance-use poisonings, untreated mental health struggles, family breakdown, domestic violence and intergenerational trauma aren't just statistics. They represent actual people, families and children.

When parents are overwhelmed by financial pressure, housing insecurity and their own unresolved trauma, families can fracture. Children grow up surrounded by stress and instability. Sometimes the cycle of abuse continues. Sometimes children are taken into care. Sometimes people turn to substances because they cannot see another way to cope.

And sometimes people die.

There is a terrible disconnect between the numbers we celebrate in economic reports and the lives being lived on the streets.

Walk through a city in winter. Look at the tent encampments. Look at the people trying to keep their belongings dry, find food, stay warm and make it through another night.

Cold, dark, wet and frightening.

Now imagine that being your reality.

the uncomfortable divide

Some families are doing exceptionally well. They have secure homes, investments, good jobs and enough money to plan their futures.

Good for them. Truly.

But there is something deeply disturbing when people who are doing well look down on those who are struggling, as though poverty is a personal failure rather than something influenced by housing costs, economic conditions, health, circumstances and opportunities.

We are becoming increasingly comfortable with inequality.

A billionaire can lose millions on paper and remain extraordinarily wealthy. Someone living paycheque to paycheque can lose one job and lose their home.

And if the stock market crashes, the consequences won't stay on Wall Street or in the financial pages. Ordinary people can lose retirement savings, employment, businesses and whatever financial security they have managed to build.

Meanwhile, we watch extraordinary amounts of money being spent on billionaire ambitions, rockets and technological competition while children are hungry and families cannot afford basic necessities.

What exactly are we measuring when we call this progress?

what happened to community?

There is another part of this conversation that deserves attention.

Before colonization, Indigenous peoples had their own systems of caring for families, sharing resources, maintaining relationships with the land and looking after their communities.

Colonization disrupted and deliberately attacked those systems. Land, resources, languages, traditions and family structures were taken or undermined.

Of course people have always needed help. No society has ever been made up entirely of independent individuals who never rely on anyone else.

But there is a difference between needing one another and having the ability to care for one another taken away.

Perhaps some of what we need to rediscover is the importance of community, belonging, shared responsibility and dignity.

We cannot keep dismantling the foundations of people's lives and then blame them for struggling.

a new chapter, but for whom?

Perhaps Uranus moving into Gemini represents a new chapter in the astrological imagination. Perhaps the coming years will bring new ideas, new ways of thinking and unexpected opportunities.

I hope so.

But I don't want a new chapter that only benefits people who already have security.

I want a new chapter where people can afford a home, where children have enough to eat, where parents aren't pushed beyond their limits, where older people can retire without fear and where nobody has to sleep outside because they cannot afford a roof.

I want a society that understands prevention is better than crisis management.

Feed people. House people. Support families. Make mental health and addiction services accessible. Give children a chance to grow up without carrying the weight of adult struggles.

These aren't radical ideas. They are the foundations of a functioning society.

And as winter approaches, there are people wondering where they will sleep, how they will stay warm and whether they will make it through.

Some of us are still running. Some are still rebuilding. Some are still grieving everything that changed.

Some are wondering whether their pensions will be enough, whether they will ever feel financially secure again, or whether the next unexpected event will knock them down once more.

Perhaps the greatest measure of whether we have entered a better chapter isn't how well the stock market performs, how many billionaires we create or how much wealth accumulates at the top.

Perhaps it's whether the people who have spent the last eight years losing everything finally have somewhere safe to land.

Because nobody should have to become wealthy to deserve a little security, warmth, food and human kindness.

And nobody should be left behind.

That's the new chapter I'd like to see.


Homelessness, economic inequality, housing crisis, poverty, social justice, Indigenous community, intergenerational trauma, family breakdown, financial insecurity, rebuilding lives.


#NobodyLeftBehind

#HousingIsAHumanRight

#EndHomelessness

#EconomicJustice

#FightPoverty

#CommunityMatters

#SocialJustice

#IndigenousResilience

#HumanDignity

#A NewChapter




Saturday, September 26, 2026

Five Canadian provinces are raising their minimum wages again

 Five Canadian provinces are raising their minimum wages again.

And I want us to talk about what happens after the wage goes up.

Because I remember.

I was a single mother, moving between Kitsilano and Nelson, B.C., trying to raise my child and keep a roof over our heads. I remember thinking: If only I could make $15 an hour, maybe I could finally afford the rent and still buy food.

Well, B.C. eventually went far beyond $15.

The minimum wage was $8 in 2001. It is now $18.25.

But look at housing.

In Vancouver, CMHC's average rent for occupied rental units went from $749 in 2000 to $1,006 in 2010, $1,394 in 2018 and $1,675 in 2022.

In Kitsilano, the average reported rent was already $1,470 in 2016 dollars — higher than Vancouver's $1,300 average.

And Nelson wasn't magically affordable either. Average rent there rose from $681 in 2006 to $904 in 2010 — a 33% increase in just four years.

Today, asking rents in Kitsilano are around $2,700 a month.

So please don't tell working people that raising the minimum wage alone solves affordability.

A higher wage is important. But if you cannot afford the rent, you are still not secure.

And I am warning governments now: don't measure success by the size of a paycheque. Measure whether a person can actually pay the rent, buy groceries and live with some dignity.

Mark Carney, B.C. government, municipalities — please look at the whole picture.

People don't live on wages alone. They live in homes.

And if the home is unaffordable, the math still doesn't work.

1. If wages rise but rents rise faster, how does that actually improve a worker's life?

2. Real estate agents: when housing prices and rents increase, who ultimately pays the price?

3. Property managers: how do you determine what rent is “affordable” for the people who actually live in your communities?

4. Landlords: when you increase rent, do you ever calculate what percentage of a tenant's income that increase represents?

5. Employers: if you know your workers cannot afford housing near their workplace, is the wage truly a living wage?

6. Mark Carney and policymakers: should economic success be measured by wages and GDP alone, or by whether ordinary people can afford housing and food?

7. Governments: what good is raising the minimum wage if a full-time worker still cannot afford a modest home?

8. Real estate investors and developers: where does housing affordability fit into the equation when property is also treated as an investment?

9. Everyone involved in the housing system: how many people must be pushed out of their communities before we admit that the math is broken?

10. And the hardest question: if someone works full-time and still cannot afford a safe place to live, what exactly are we asking that person to do?

#MinimumWage #AffordableHousing #Rent #CostOfLiving #Kitsilano #NelsonBC #BritishColumbia #HousingCrisis #WorkingPoor

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

A Place to Sleep, A Place to Create

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A Place to Sleep, A Place to Create

This morning I had a conversation with a friend about money, housing, and sleep. Neither of us could sleep, which somehow seemed fitting.

I told my friend that if I had my own place, I would probably get up in the middle of the night and paint or write. Creativity doesn't always happen between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Sometimes ideas arrive at 2 a.m. Sometimes inspiration appears when the world is quiet.

In Mexico, I can do that. If I had a small studio apartment of my own, I could do that here too.

Instead, we found ourselves talking about the reality of housing costs. A modest studio apartment can easily cost $2,000 a month in Vancouver. The number sounds shocking, but it has become normal.

In 1997, I paid about $630 a month in rent. That felt expensive at the time. Today, many people pay three times that amount while earning wages that have not kept pace with the rising cost of living.

Money itself seems different now.

A million dollars once represented unimaginable wealth. Today, headlines discuss billionaires, trillion-dollar companies, and wealth on a scale that is difficult for most people to comprehend. Meanwhile, many people struggle to afford a room of their own.

Housing is often discussed as an economic issue, but it is also a human issue.

A home is more than four walls and a roof. It is a place to sleep safely, recover from stress, create art, write stories, learn new skills, and dream about the future.

Without that foundation, life becomes much harder.

Perhaps the housing crisis is not only about affordability. Perhaps it is also about dignity, stability, and the opportunity to thrive instead of merely survive.

Reflective Questions

  1. What does "home" mean to you beyond shelter?
  2. How have housing costs changed during your lifetime?
  3. Do you think wages and assistance rates have kept pace with the cost of living?
  4. How does having a safe place to live affect creativity, learning, and mental health?
  5. What changes would help make housing more affordable for future generations?

Friday, October 24, 2025

Canada, We Need To Talk.

 Canada, We Need To Talk. Politely. With Just… A Little Rage.

Canada used to be the kid who brought snacks for everyone. We looked after each other. We built programs so people wouldn’t fall straight into the abyss every time the economy had a mood swing.

Fast-forward to now and it feels like the government switched vibes entirely. It’s giving “Reagan meets Trump, but with maple syrup and passive-aggressive politeness.”

“Sacrifice!” they say.
“For who?” we ask.
They smile vaguely and wander off to a private fundraising dinner.

The rich? They’re thriving, thanks.
Corporations? Breaking profit records.
Politicians? Talking about belt-tightening while their belts are made of solid gold and catered charcuterie.

Meanwhile, regular folks are out here doing Olympic-level mental gymnastics trying to afford groceries without selling a kidney on Marketplace.

Housing?
You need: • Income
• Savings
• Luck
• A portal to a dimension where rent isn’t 80% of your soul

Government relief today looks like:
“Have you tried picking up a side hustle as a unicorn wrangler? Asking for policy reasons.”

Back in the day during the Great Depression, even with fewer resources, governments actually helped. Nearly 1 in 5 Canadians received support because leadership recognized a country collapses when its people do.

Now the message is: “Pull yourself up by the bootstraps.”
Sir, we are barefoot because the boots were repossessed.

We’re constantly told not to be negative.
To stay polite.
To stop asking uncomfortable questions like:
Why does the cost of living keep rising while the cost of caring keeps shrinking?

Canada, we aren’t just tired.
We are WTF-but-in-a-nice-way tired.

Tired of: • Performative compassion
• “Thoughts and prayers” economics
• Pretending everything’s fine because we’re scared of the alternative
• Leaders telling us to sacrifice while they sacrifice nothing
• Being blamed for not thriving inside a system designed to drain us dry

We deserve a life that isn’t permanent crisis mode.

We deserve governments that don’t treat social safety nets as limited-edition collectibles.

We deserve a country that remembers its heart.

So here’s the most Canadian revolution ever: Speak up. Ask questions. Demand better.
With a smile, yes.
With a shaky voice if necessary.
With a whole lot of
“No… seriously… WTF?”

Because caring isn’t radical.
Expecting fairness isn’t extremist.
And a livable, dignified life shouldn’t be a luxury brand.

πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦❤️ Time to bring back a Canada that takes care of its people. Politely. Fiercely.