Sean Dietrich Articles

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

By SEAN DIETRICH A retired professor sent me a letter. He told me that some of my stories were “too plain,” and “needed more work.” Then he went on...