By SEAN DIETRICH It’s late morning in Brewton, Alabama. Sunlight peeks over the trees. A distant train whistle whines. The scent of the nearby paper...
Lil’ Towns
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Sean Dietrich Articles
WORDS
By SEAN DIETRICH “Don’t kiss a girl without being prepared to give her your last name.” My granny said that. My father gave me this one: “If you so...
The Patient
By SEAN DIETRICH They tell me Mrs. Simpson was a small, soft-spoken 90-pound woman without family. And that’s how this story begins. The lonely,...
Mamas
By SEAN DIETRICH I watched one of those TV award shows last night. You know the kind I mean. The award ceremonies where celebrities you’ve never...
Fireworks Under a Full Moon
By SEAN DIETRICH Fire 9:02 p.m. — My wife and I parked beside the bay, facing the water, to watch the fireworks. I hear the distant sound of...
Morning Walks with Harold
By SEAN DIETRICH What I am about to tell you is going to sound ridiculous. So, I won’t blame you if you speak ill of me. All I ask is that you do it...
Ribs and Okra
By SEAN DIETRICH There are about 5,240 folks living in the town of Brewton. Although last week someone had twins. So, now there are more. This...
FUN
By SEAN DIETRICH DESTIN, Florida —The fireworks crackled above our little beach town. The moon was out. The beaches of my youth looked the way they...
River of Heaven
By SEAN DIETRICH This isn’t my story, it’s his. He talked, I listened. And I tried to quiet the skeptic who lives inside my brain. The tale takes...
