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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.

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Happy 2014

  Thank you, my readers for your support in 2013, my debut year in blogging!   While I have much to learn on social media and blogging, I hope I have entertained you with my words and inspired you with some of the stories.  Clearly, not all will enjoy each piece, and for that reason, I vary the content and style and I get a kick out of that. Sometimes, I just crack up laughing when I write some of these pos Read More

Grocery Store Gossip Gagging

  I love women in all their glorious feminine splendor; they are truly beautiful creatures placed on this planet to grace us with a civilization us filthy guys can’t comprehend.  However, having said that, what I am about to write applies predominantly to women, guilty of this horrible act almost 97.8% of the time, according to my calculations. It seems whenever I enter a grocery store checkout line, I’m Read More

Stetherscope

  Found this here tubey thing, think they call’er a stetherscope er sumthin.  Ain’t sure what in tarnation it’s doin on the side of a road in Arkansas. Maybe somebody threw it out the window durin a fight cuz they was lost or maybe it’s just no good.  Reckon they use’er for docterin or nurserin and such in them there high falutin hospitals.  Ain’t been to no hospitals cuz ahm healthy as a damn p Read More

Something Has Changed Inside Me

  Do you feel God’s presence? I usually write for the sake of the words themselves, carefully placing the story on paper because it should be written and not necessarily to become a bestselling author.  When I pen other words, it may be for entertainment and pleasure as well, but there are times when I write because, simply, I must.  This is one of those times. I’m a Christian, grew up in a Christian hom Read More

I Don’t Belong Here!

  “Hey Frank, lookie here.  We’ve got some new meat!”  Herb sported a gray sponge of hair on both sides of his bald head, connected by two desperate strands of hair that he immediately smoothed with his forefinger. What are you talking about Herb?  Too early in the morning to think about that stuff.” “Look over at the door by the sign – in girls.” Frank looked in the direction of Herb’s gaze Read More

Yeah, no question. God exists

  She lurched forward and took me to it faster, accelerating with each second, rolling towards the end; my eyes saw the blurred trees fly by on my peripheral vision, but I dare not look anywhere but straight, where I hoped to keep her concentrating as well during her speedy fury of unleashed power.  She had strength, just enough to make men tremble if they didn’t know how to control her without losing their Read More

Ze Flench Vin

  It was a white Mercedes van and luckily I occupied the passenger seat next to her, and the two British women in back with their haughty Liverpool or northern dialects, I couldn’t tell nor did I care. My left ear yearned to hear more from the driver while my right ear tried to protect itself from the faux aristocratic noise in back by producing emergency earwax. Thankfully we stopped before the wax dripped, Read More

He’s Just Not Right

            He looked at Mr.Everly and smiled.  “I’m Dr. Barton, taking over for my partner Dr. Franklin, who you met yesterday I presume.”             “Yeah, Franklin, good guy, especially easy with the morphine, and I sure appreciate that.” Barton couldn’t help but laugh and as usual, his face blushed like an embarrassed kid.  “We call him morphine Mark, and looks like you tw Read More