It began as a food bank. It turned into a movement.
Since that time, The Stop has undergone a radical reinvention. Participation has overcome embarrassment, and the isolation of poverty has been replaced with a vibrant community that uses food to build hope and skills, and to reach out to those who need a meal, a hand and a voice. It is now a thriving, internationally respected Community Food Centre with gardens, kitchens, a greenhouse, farmers’ markets and a mission to revolutionize our food system. Celebrities and benefactors have embraced the vision because they have never seen anything like The Stop. Best of all, fourteen years after his journey started, Nick Saul is introducing this neighbourhood success story to the world.
It is a personal story first, it drew me in as a lowly food bank in one of the low income neighbourhoods in Toronto was struggling. The work was and is hard, that is one thing that won’t go away. They needed committed community volunteers, a desire, the need was apparent, and the drive to achieve their dreams. Did it work? Of course it did, it is still working since Nick Saul become Executive Director of The Stop in 1998 – 15 years he poured into a place where even the residents had given up, to make the immigrant community vibrant and flourishing once again. They took back their neighbourhood, sure it had taken time, effort and probably much more then they dreamed possible. I am sure that some wanted to give up, but in the end and as of today, it is a thriving part of the community – bringing people together, one person, one ethnicity at a time. To share in learning something new, making new friends, coming together – even the children, the babies, the elderly, and the not yet born to enjoy a good meal. Not something that came from a can – REAL FOOD when so many of the people who come to a food bank if you want to call it that to get something that they need in their time of hunger, loneliness, and gave the people to look forward to something, anything to be a part of something huge.
The real issue here is that sure, people nowadays are finding it harder and harder to make ends meet. It just isn’t people who have low incomes, it is everyone. I had a conversation the other week in the grocery store with a woman, about how the produce was so much smaller, but it is either the same price or even more then it was a year ago. The sizes of just about everything in the grocery store are becoming smaller, yet the prices stay the same. We all deserve to have good food, we live in one of the most bountiful countries in the world. Even here in the Niagara Region where I live, there are still roadside stands where you can buy fresh fruit and vegetables by just pulling over and dropping money into a jar and taking what you like. I think that had to be the most favorite parts of living in the area. Of course, you could also talk to your neighbours while doing so. Catch up on what was or is going on with them, their families, the community. I live in the best part of Canada – We produce just about everything from fruits and vegetables to VQA award winning wines. What isn’t to love about this region?!?
The thing is that in the city where I live, the population is about 55,000, and there is 4-6 food banks where on a given day depending on which one you were at the week before, you can access all of them as far as I understand. One week you could go to the Salvation Army, the next The Hope Centre which is just down the same street. Get your fill of canned salt, fat, and carbohydrates and not much else. We have a good food box program of course, for a family of 2 for $15 or a larger family $20 you receive from what I have heard a really nice array of fruits and vegetables either grown in the region during the growing season, or around the other areas of Southern Ontario. Most are on social services here or disability, where I’m guessing some people don’t spend it as they should, and need to access these food banks either once in a while or frequently as the mood suits. I was actually in one a few weeks ago, accessing other services, and I have to say it’s pretty depressing. The clients were treated with respect, but what I got out of it was that they almost expected it to feed them for the entire month. – It doesn’t. It doesn’t even come close.
We need to change, we need to gather everyone together, to make a better plan for everyone. Not just Nick and Andrea who did this in Toronto – EVERYONE IN OUR COMMUNITIES rich or poor, healthy or sick need to come together and work at making it better for everyone. Making it a community that everyone is proud to be a part of, to have healthy, non-processed, food that everyone can enjoy. There are community gardens here, but on the other side of town. What good does that do for the other side? Nothing if you wanted to travel to garden. We need to come together and make a plan, a solid plan to make sure our communities most vulnerable aren’t lacking.
I urge everyone to go and get this book. Not just because you have to, but because you want to make change in your own communities. The stats in the book are just scary for a country like ours that has our resources. The “Food Bank” phenomenon was actually started in the USA, now they are starting them in Europe to see if it can work there. We need to stop these, and have our communities together on a solution and not a stop-gap effort. We should have started it decades ago, but I guess this is as good a time as any. Read every morsel that this book has to give and start making dialogue in your own community – and if the nay sayers put up a fuss then work harder. Get stubborn, get active and make your city or town better not worse.
People whether they are rich or poor have just as much worth. We all have gifts that we can give to our community. Lets get involved and make something of our gifts. If this neighbourhood in Toronto can do it, so can anyone else! What will it take ?!?
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Paris, 1878. Following their father’s sudden death, the Van Goethem sisters find their lives upended. Without his wages, and with the small amount their laundress mother earns disappearing into the absinthe bottle, eviction from their lodgings seems imminent. With few options for work, Marie is dispatched to the Paris Opera, where for a scant seventeen francs a week, she will be trained to enter the famous Ballet. Her older sister, Antoinette, finds work as an extra in a stage adaptation of Émile Zola’s naturalist masterpiece L’Assommoir. Marie throws herself into dance and is soon modelling in the studio of Edgar Degas, where her image will forever be immortalized as Little Dancer Aged 14. Meanwhile, Antoinette, derailed by her love for the dangerous Émile Abadie, must choose between honest labour and the more profitable avenues open to a young woman of the Parisian demimonde. Set at a moment of profound artistic, cultural and societal change, The Painted Girls is a tale of two remarkable sisters rendered uniquely vulnerable to the darker impulses of “civilized society.” In the end, each will come to realize that her salvation—her survival, even—lies with the other. –


Congratulations to Catherine!!, who just this week had this book published in the USA. This is a re-posting of the review I had done for it’s Canadian Release. It is available through William Morrow in the USA.
For two traumatic days, Livvy Higgs is besieged by a series of small heart attacks while the ghost of her younger self leads her back through a past devastated by lies and secrets.
Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway
In The Guilty Plea and Old City Hall, critically-acclaimed Canadian author Robert Rotenberg created gripping page-turners that captured audiences in Canada and around the world.
SR – In The Beggar’s Opera, the book is situated in Havana, Cuba. What is about Havana that mesmerized you so much to write a book based on this location?
I also visited the Callejón de Hamel (the inspiration for my fictional Blind Alley) with a pair of hustlers, or jineteros, as they’re called, who were quite happy to rip me off. It was incredible– the centre of Havana’s Afro-Cuban community, bursting with music, art, and Santería, the religion brought by slaves from Africa. (As in the book, there really was a plastic bucket with these poor turtles trapped in it so that people could collect and drink their urine in the hope of living a long life.)
In beautiful, crumbling Old Havana, Canadian detective Mike Ellis hopes the sun and sand will help save his troubled marriage.
Decker Roberts has the dangerous gift of detecting the truth. For years this talent proved to be a lucrative sideline to his acting teaching. Only his closest friends know, and he keeps his identity secret from the companies that pay him to tell them if the people they are planning to hire are lying.


