Sean Dietrich Articles

Sean Dietrich | The checkout lane

OPINION — He was loading my grocery bags. I’ll call him Michael. He was early twenties, wearing an apron. He has Down syndrome.“How are you today?” he said.“Pretty good,” said I.“So am I!” he said. “I’m doing pretty good, too!”I smiled. “How about that.”The cashier...

Sean of the South | Therefore, consider the turtle

OPINION — Jim was stuck. In the middle of the rural two-lane highway. Right there on the pavement. Not far from the solid yellow line. Tucked tightly in his shell. Scared to death.Vehicles sped past little Jim, on both sides, shooting by with the deafening roars of...

Sean of the South | Where you come from

OPINION — There was an old man sitting outside the dusty bar. He sat in a plastic lawn chair. There was a dog with him. The dog was either asleep or dead.He was whittling a stick for no reason — the old man, not the dog. This is what old men did before TikTok.A truck...

Sean of the South | Going through old photos

OPINION — I found old photographs in the attic. I rifled through hundreds of old Polaroids. Most were infant pictures of me naked.I was a fat baby. People were concerned about me as a newborn. “Have you seen Sue’s baby?” people would say. Then they would inflate their...
Sean of the South | My little school

Sean of the South | Juneteenth

OPINION —The year is 1923. It is the middle of June. You are a kid in a seersucker suit, on your way to a picnic. The weather is hot. Sweltering,...

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Sean of the South | My little school

Sean of the South | Women

OPINION —I’m supposed to be eating complimentary hotel-breakfast, but I’m in line behind a girl’s softball team.The dining room is nothing but...

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