Sean Dietrich Articles

Little Voice

Hi there. This is that Little Voice inside your head speaking. Yeah, I know. It’s been a while. But how are you? How’s life? How’s the fam? You still doing keto? Listen, I know we haven’t talked in a long time, but technically, that’s not my fault. You probably don’t...

Mountains

By SEAN DIETRICH The Alabama mountains look good today. The evening sun is cresting over the hillsides. I’m watching an Appalachian spring overtake the foothills beneath me. Beside me is Otis. Otis is an athletic dog. He hikes faster than me. He is smarter than me. He...

The Country Gentleman

By SEAN DIETRICH Danny and the band arrived late to the nursing home. They were running behind schedule because of traffic. But they were here, and that’s all that mattered. And they brought their instruments. “We’re all waiting for you, Danny,” said the nurse,...

Bar Food

By SEAN DIETRICH I am at a bar. It’s loud. There is live music. And cheeseburgers. I missed dinner tonight because I was making a speech at a dinner banquet. Which is ironic when you think about it. Everyone at this big banquet was eating hors d’oeuvres, sipping...
To You

To You

By SEAN DIETRICH Hi. We hardly know each other. And I know this won’t mean much coming from a stranger like me, but I have to say it: I’m sorry for...

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THANKS

By SEAN DIETRICH Thank you for holding the door for an old woman at Cracker Barrel. You must’ve been fourteen, you were with friends. You were...

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Friends

By SEAN DIETRICH It’s late night. She’s driving on an empty highway. The radio is playing something lively. She’s heading toward South Carolina. A...

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The Opry

By SEAN DIETRICH Iremember going to see the Grand Ole Opry as a boy. My father drove through the busy city of Nashville. I was five, he was...

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RISE

By SEAN DIETRICH I am on the beach alone. I am watching the sun lift itself high above the horizon, driving the dark away. The blue-purple morning...

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Otis Campbell

By SEAN DIETRICH Currently, as I write this, a dog is sleeping on my feet. His name is Otis Campbell. He is black and white, 90 pounds, a Capricorn...

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HASH BROWNS

By SEAN DIETRICH Waffle House was slow. It was late when we pulled in. We needed hash browns. Stat. My wife and I walked into the arctic air of the...

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The Storm

By SEAN DIETRICH Well, the hurricane is approaching. It’s morning, and the first thing I hear in my mother-in-law’s house is the blaring Weather...

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The Little Girl

By SEAN DIETRICH There once was a little girl who lived in a tiny town, in the far off land of south Alabama. A beautiful little girl. A girl with...

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