Biking Without Pedals: Memories of John and ALS

A man sitting on the beach with a large, black and brown dog.
(CBC, Facebook)

It’s ironic to consider that I work for the provincial government—an organization well known for its love of acronyms—and yet the one acronym that impacted my life the most was one that I was uninformed of: ALS.

When I started working for the government, my co-worker, John, was working with me. When he spoke, it was very slow with a low, almost monotone sound. My first impression was that he must have had a stroke at some point, which can affect one’s speech patterns. It turns out it was a different beast altogether: ALS. Continue reading “Biking Without Pedals: Memories of John and ALS”

Memories in the Walls

There is an innate connected between our memories and the places we make them in. If we think hard enough we can all remember what it was like to walk through the halls of our school, or sit in the living room of a house we once lived in, or the building where we had our first job. And more importantly, you’ll not only remember, but feel something about these places. These buildings are more than just boxes and shelters, plaster and drywall. These walls are the places where we form our memories and our experiences and, ultimately, ourselves. Continue reading “Memories in the Walls”