Sean Dietrich Articles

Sean of the South: A ‘Dear Sean’ letter

BY SEAN DIETRICH The email came from someone named Paxton.“Dear Sean,” the message began, “my dog died today and I feel like I can’t go on. I know you‘ve lost a dog before. How do you go on without them?”As it happens, I have lost 12 dogs in my life. Twelve sounds...

An American in Rome

BY SEAN DIETRICH Rome, Italy. The sun is rising over the City of Seven Hills. I am sitting at a cafe, not far from our hotel, editing a column on a yellow legal pad. I am here for breakfast, waiting for my wife to wake up.The Colosseum is just down the street. The old...

Beulah Land

BY SEAN DIETRICH The man had a dream. In this dream, he died. It happened so quickly he almost didn’t know life was over. One minute he was alive; the next, poof, he was organic fertilizer.He went to Beulah Land. And it was the whole heavenly enchilada. Everything...

All Dogs Go to Heaven

BY SEAN DIETRICH It was dark. The young dishwasher was on break. He was sitting behind the restaurant, out by the dumpster, tapping a carton of Camels on his palm.Like all dishwashers, he worked hard for junk pay. He was the first one there. The last one to leave. He...
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Andy

By SEAN DIETRICH He was born the same year Ty Cobb retired. The same era The Bambino was selling Old Gold cigarettes in the back pages of “The...

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Homecoming

Homecoming

By SEAN DIETRICH Nineteen kids came romping up the golden staircase, taking two steps at a time, sprinting toward the mother-of-pearl gates. It’s a...

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House Guests

By SEAN DIETRICH My sister’s family is visiting from Florida this week. It’s difficult to get any serious writing work done becausspiwjg[qi31...

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You Are Special

By SEAN DIETRICH You are special. You are infinitely, unbelievably, absolutely, once-in-a-septillion-years special. That’s right, I’m talking to...

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Teacher

By SEAN DIETRICH A fast-food chain. I was standing in line, waiting for my Oreo milkshake. There was a group ahead of me, with ages ranging from...

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Good

By SEAN DIETRICH He was tall, lean and young. When he approached me, he hugged me. Then, his mother hugged us both. A three-person club sandwich. He...

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Jackie

By SEAN DIETRICH The old man answered the phone. “Is this Herschel?” I asked him. I heard a loud TV playing in the background. A dog was barking....

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Ghost

By SEAN DIETRICH I thought I saw you today. I was walking through a crowded place. A Trader Joe’s, if you can imagine. You bumped into my shoulder....

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Neighbor

My phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, so I answered. I expected to be greeted with an automated voice, delivering exciting information about...

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