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S.R. Carson is a physician specialist and a published fiction and non - fiction author. He appreciates the gift of life and writes about it on his blog which includes a variety of posts including humor, satire, inspiration, life stories and spirituality.

Team 72: Middle School Special Ops

  Wimachindink, Wingolasek, Witahemaway   I must now confess that I enlisted at age 11 in a quasi – military, super patriotic Christian organization, based on Indian folklore, replete with survival training in the woods, lifesaving techniques, endless marching, lots of flag saluting, public prayer, hazing, firearms training and psychological endurance tests. Some didn’t make it up the ranks very far befo Read More

You Aren’t Dead Yet Are You?

  I spent most of the night stamping out disease and pestilence, as well as saving people from their own destructive abuse, but I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have said anything at all as I walked behind her, but the young nurse with the peppy step infused with energy forced my remaining active brain cells to dance a dizzying dance. “Sure wish I could walk that fast,” I said. She turned around Read More

A Brief Second That Almost Changed a Lifetime

  I probably should’ve found a ride that day to my first day at Cross Country practice, admittedly, a demented sport, but really I had no choice.  Both parents were gone to work of course, and since we lived out in the country, I didn’t have any friends available with parents to drive us. Truth is, I wouldn’t have asked them anyway unless I was on my death bed.  Turns out that bed could’ve been clos Read More

Ferrari in the Garage

    “It was like having a brand new Ferrari in the garage, and nobody wants to race it because you might dent the fender.” Pete Schoomaker   Sam needed a beer, it had been way too long and that facility refused his requests. He found the first bar that he could find on foot, and after counting the Harleys lined up outside the bar, noting their proximity to the entrance, and the location of the back Read More

My Late Friend: Did You Hear my Prayer That Day?

Back then, I was in seventh grade in Junior High School, although I think now they call them Middle Schools, apparently because it suddenly became demeaning to students to call them Junior I guess.  Whatever the reason, no matter what the school was called, I was a typical 7th grader in a public school: naïve, selfish in many ways, awkward around girls, liked to play the trumpet and also play flag football at l Read More

My famous interview on Book Marketing.

Publicity Tips From: Author S.R. Carson August 24, 2015 DigiWriting Editorial Leave a comment Marketing Tips Author Interview, Book Marketing, Book Publicity Tips Series, Marketing Tips, S.R. Carson Marketing Q&A With Author S.R. Carson Looking to improve your marketing and publicity efforts? Check out our Book Publicity Tips series where we ask real authors to share their experiences, thoughts, and Read More

Corvettes, Dad, Determination and Love

  At 140 miles an hour, the scenery swooshes by but time itself is meaningless; even seconds of powerful freedom transform into an eternity of powerful bliss. Thankfully his foot came off the accelerator early enough to allow the deer to run across the lonely highway without a splatter of bloody carnage. Hearts always jump immediately into the mouth when that happens, infusing that salty blood taste, and I im Read More

Pump Jockeys Part Deux: “Fill’er up Sweetie”

    Back at the gas station another day, the 14 year old, now slightly seasoned and more confident pump jockey nearly always came up to a customer in a car to ask the standard questions:  “Fill’er up and check the oil?” Sometimes we would say, “Good afternoon.  How may I help you today?”  While some of the exact details have flaked away over the cascade of years, you know, the important ones stick li Read More

Where Have All The Pump Jockeys Gone Part 1

    I made sure that I took almost my full hour of lunch at a local diner down the street, leaving within 5 minutes to spare before it was time to clock back in.  I tried not to spend more than $1.35 at lunch if I could since that is what I made per hour that summer, but then that made no sense either if you think about it.  I think that may have bought me a hamburger and coke, possibly fries. So I was heading Read More