Rebecca Kay Bright, Author

The Modern Entitled Brat Vet I have no doubt I will get angry comments for this one but you should know by now: I DON'T CARE! I have the same Constitutional God given right to free speech as you do. So before you start just go ahead and stop your bitching. I'm from a very patriotic family full of veterans going at least as far back as the 1600s. My grandpa was a WWII vet, my dad and my uncle are Vietnam vets, my other grandpa was a post Korean war service man, the above mentioned uncle was a “lifer” in the service, another uncle was a “lifer” in his branch as well. Add in a bunch of great uncles, various degree of cousins and cousin-in-laws to the list of service members that I'm kin to and you can gather that I grew up immersed in the culture and have a great love and respect for veterans. Honestly I'm finding it hard to have much respect for a lot of the veterans of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars of the past sixteen years. These vets have it better than any o

Vengeance of a Dark Daughter Mrs. and Mr. Carvell were being entertained by the three Dursleys in the parlor after a lovely meal. They had waited over two hours after arriving to check on the last member of the Dursley household. Mr. Carvell had been rather shocked that there was no evidence of a fourth member in this household and Mr. Potter had not joined the family and them for supper. Mrs. Carvell was growing more concerned by the minute. She did not like the feel she got off of these three, especially Vernon Dudley. The family was rather nervous, the son's heart rate was running a mile a minute, and Petunia's emotions were screaming – she was petrified that Vernon would drink too much again and hurt her too and that her nephew would die soon if she didn't get the guts up to sneak him away. Vernon was only concerned about getting the deal he thought he would get with Mr. Carvell's company and to be sure he would get some 'alone time' wi