Rebecca Kay Bright, Author

Remembering Rockport: The Forgotten Victims of Hurricane Harvey In the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, much of the nation's attention has rightfully been on the devastation in Houston. However, amid the widespread coverage of flooded streets and displaced families, there's a quieter tragedy unfolding in the coastal town of Rockport, Texas. Rockport, much like Biloxi, Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina, has been all but forgotten in the media frenzy surrounding Harvey. Yet, the destruction it has suffered is nothing short of catastrophic. Homes have been reduced to rubble, streets are impassable, and basic necessities like water, electricity, and groceries are in critically short supply. While Houston has seen an outpouring of support and assistance, the same cannot be said for Rockport and its surrounding areas. Relief efforts are struggling to reach these communities, as resources are diverted to larger, more visible cities. Here's where we can make a difference. If you o

Shifting the Spotlight: Redirecting Attention to the True Victims of Hurricane Harvey As the news cycle continues to churn out coverage of the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, it's evident that certain areas are receiving more attention than others. While Houston's flooding woes dominate the headlines, there's a pressing need to refocus our efforts on the communities that bore the brunt of the storm's fury. Let's set the record straight: Houston's susceptibility to flooding is nothing new. What deserves our immediate attention are the towns and cities that were decimated by Hurricane Harvey's direct hit. Rockport, Corpus Christi, Victoria, Port Lavaca, and countless others are grappling with the aftermath of a Category 4 hurricane, yet their plight risks being overshadowed by Houston-centric coverage. History has shown us the consequences of misplaced priorities. Just as the Mississippi coastline was overlooked in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, we cannot aff

                                    The Compassionate Outsider “ Fill your mind with compassion” – Buddha     Sometimes being compassionate is the hardest thing that one can do. I was raised in a family that is like most American families…rather negative. I was not raised to be compassionate to others or even animals. I used to long for an older brother. I have no siblings at all, but now in my thirties when I look back at it I am glad I don’t have any siblings. Not that I got what I wanted or all the attention, the opposite really, but that I don’t know how likely a boy would have been able to turn out as opposite of my parents as I did. I was born in a small town in Texas and lived there until I was about seven when we moved to the Austin area. When I was in elementary in Austin my parents had me in religious private schools until fifth grade when I finally went back to public schools. The little private schools I went to were nice enough; I did like how small the class