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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

OPINION — It was late. I pulled into the campus after seven o’clock to attend my last class of the semester. My last college class. Ever. It was a night class.In America, most self-respecting people my age were finishing supper, settling down to watch “Wheel of...

Sean of the South | Scents and sensibility

OPINION — I used to write about her all the time. She was just so easy to write about.From the first moment I met Thelma Lou, when she was an itty-bitty puppy, I knew I had found a literary muse. Then, she bit my ear with her puppy teeth. Crimson blood poured down my...

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Sean of the South | Where you come from

Sean of the South | Going through old photos

Sean of the South | My little school

Sean of the South | Scents and sensibility

Sean of the South | What is God?

Sean of the South | A Strawberry Moon

Sean of the South | The room full of adolescence

Sean of the South | Who is God?

Sean of the South | A dog and his burger

Sean of the South | The Mourning Scroll

Sean of the South | Easter

Sean of the South | Just hold on

Sean of the South | The Gospel according to Charlie

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