My Life with a Wounded Warrior, a collection of expanded essays from this blog, is due to be released in a few weeks. A Special Author’s Edition of Clueless Gringos in Paradise, the humorous account of moving to Panama with two enormous service dogs, will be available at just about the same time. That’s a big deal. Too me, anyway. Two books out within a day or two of each other. Yippee Skippy, awesome possum, and hot damn, as they say in Arkansas. Or, as they say where I come from, damn fucking straight.
Kim Pennell at Pen-L Publishing came up with the concept of donating a portion of the sale of each book to a Veterans Organization. I loved the idea. Let out a little squeal of joy when I read her email suggesting it.
I’ve spent some time the last few days looking around for a worthy veteran’s group.
But, before I tell you about that, here’s what you need to know about me. I’ve never, ever, been in a position to donate money to. . .well. . .to any cause. I married at eighteen. My husband received his draft notice on our wedding day (I didn’t have time to wear the new off him before he was in basic). My first son was born on my twenty-first birthday. Two more boys followed in joyous succession. Then, I was a divorced mom trying to decide which son got new Payless tennis shoes and which two boys had to go another month with rubber bands around the toes of their old ones.
Then I married Jack, and while Jack gives generously to individuals, he does not give to groups or organizations. Not ever.
So, I was pretty damn excited about the idea of donating my own money to a cause of my choosing. I knew immediately I wanted to help unite veterans with PTSD service dogs. That much was a no brainer. Chesty saved Jack’s life. That’s not hyperbole. Chesty, beautiful PTSD service dog that he is, saved Jack’s life.
There are several good groups out there training dogs to assist vets with their PTSD. I investigated a few. Sat dead-still in front of the computer with a giant grin on my face when I found Freedom Dogs.
I’m still working out all the details, but I’m trying to arrange things so Freedom Dogs receives about $3 on each copy of My Life with a Wounded Warrior, and $1 for each copy of Clueless Gringos in Paradise. I’ll keep you posted on the details, but, for right now, please, join me in my joy of being able to give a little something to a cause that is dear to me.
Having my own money and being able to give that money to a wonderful cause, now that’s freedom.