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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.

Home Alone, Grand Finale…Maybe

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The jackhammer pounding of my heart forced the blood into my carotid and temporal arteries, and it was all I could do to keep my body from jerking with each pulse, thus giving away my location to the intruder that the police couldn’t find.  I called upon my military survival training to control my breathing and concentrate totally on completing my task successfully.  My index finger gingerly remained in the Read More

Home Alone, Part Deux

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      Please re – read Part I and recall the gentle breeze brushing my warm lips before caressing my eager nose with a luscious scent of classy perfume… satin ladies reappearing and the peacefulness overcoming my exhausted cells…the visit by the police…   About three am, I woke up suddenly, startled by a noise at the computer in my study, possibly an email notification or IM buzz.  Memo Read More

Home Alone. I Think

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    After spending the day operating on hearts, I met a friend for dinner and a glass of cab, and then headed home to crash.  Thought about editing my novel a little, but my creative juices leaked out and the reservoir was empty.  Hard to be creative when your hands are inside someone’s chest cavity for hours on end.  While driving down the street to my home, I noticed a police car parked about two h Read More

Father’s day, Shmather’s day

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    If you’re lucky enough to have a father, congratulations, and show him love.  If your father is no longer alive, then cherish his memory with love. And if you never knew your father or worse, never received love from him, then move on and live life to its fullest. Relax; this isn’t a mushy lecture from some feel – good guru, no, far from it.  It’s simply a brief story from your humble blog w Read More

A scene from “To Love with Hate”

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Wyatt arrived home about three – thirty after the golf outing and one pint at lunch.  Katherine called to say she and the boys would be late, but that he could go ahead and help himself to the beef roast, which he did. He then fell asleep on the couch with his beeper next to his head. Exactly at 4:30, sure enough, the beeper sounded off, awakening Wyatt from a nice slumber on the soft leather couch. Damn.  Read More

My First Love

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    To this day, I still have the image of her beauty permanently stored in my memory banks, eagerly recalled anytime I need a smile or a pleasant memory.  The first time I saw her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and although that’s a cliché, it’s one that fits perfectly.  I knew it was rude to stare, but I figured it was ok to glance at beauty without gawking, intent on absorbing as much of th Read More

Bar Inspiration

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    Bordeaux and Paris provide excellent images for a novel, and trust me; I took advantage of those settings several years ago during the early writing of my book, described as psychological suspense.  I wrote freehand in a spiral notebook, sipping espresso at the cafés and brasseries, and thankfully, the French waiters allowed me to write as long as I wanted, as long as I didn’t order a hamburger an Read More

Mommy – nourished Zombie neurons, merciless hips, crossed-leg man bait, monkey hallucinations

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These four phrases, ‘Mommy – nourished Zombie neurons’, ‘merciless hips’, ‘crossed – leg man  bait’ and ‘monkey hallucinations’ are all in my upcoming novel.  Of course, you’re probably scratching your head…hopefully it’s your head and not something lower you’re scratching, wondering what the hell connection there is with these phrases, but then I guess Read More