Today is the last day of ALS Awareness Month. That doesn’t really matter to me, although I’ve appreciated all of the posts and efforts people have made during the month of May to raise awareness and share their realities of life with ALS.

Tomorrow is June. Am I going to stop raising awareness of ALS and move on to something else? Of course not. This is my thing. After all, what if we only celebrated hotdogs on July 23, which is National Hotdog Day? Would that be fair to hotdogs? The answer is no, it would not. And since we’re asking questions, is hotdog one word? Dictation seems to think so, and I’m too lazy to argue.

May was a good month. I celebrated my seventh Mother’s Day. I survived while Rob and Scarlett went to Arizona. Some of my best friends came to spend a weekend with me. Memorial Day weekend was full of peach picking and pool parties. Otto turned one, and his personality changed not at all. Read More>