By SEAN DIETRICH Somewhere in Alabama. A small town with a cute main street, lots of muddy trucks and men who wear neon orange, even to church. The...
Trees of Alabama
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Sean Dietrich Articles
Hug Me
By SEAN DIETRICH I wish I could give you a hug right now. I really do. I’d reach through this screen and squeeze you so firmly that your eardrums...
The Fighter
By SEAN DIETRICH The email on my screen reads: “Dear Sean, my oldest grandchild, Bryson, is 11 years old and was diagnosed with Burkitt lymphoma,...
Christmas Tunes
By SEAN DIETRICH The last thing I want to do is sound like an old fart. But some things cannot be helped. Yesterday I was fiddling with my truck...
You Got This
By SEAN DIETRICH Let’s talk about confidence. Self-confidence. Not the corny brand of confidence found in many self-help books where you repeat a...
The Holiday Spirit
By SEAN DIETRICH Hi. This is your late loved one speaking. I don’t have long, so listen up because I have a lot I want to tell you. First off, I get...
The Holiday Spirit
By SEAN DIETRICH I pushed open the door to the rural restaurant and the little bell above the door jingled. I had been on the road since six that...
Atlanta
By SEAN DIETRICH Dear kid, I wish you could’ve been there. You are reading this letter in the far-off future, long after I am dead and scattered....
A Kid’s Game
By SEAN DIETRICH Game Three of the World Series is on television. I’m sitting outside on my porch with a cat in my lap. It’s chilly outside. I’m...