Sean Dietrich Articles

Sean of the South | Shaking your butt

BY SEAN DIETRICH OPINION — Mount Airy. The Earle Theater was crowded, the room smelled of popcorn, and I was onstage shaking my butt.I don’t mean to say I was shaking my hindparts metaphorically. But worse, I was actually shaking them.Namely, because derriere-shaking...

Sean of the South | My “dumb phone”

My phone finally arrives in the mail. It’s small. Ugly. It’s “dumb.” And it looks like it was invented during the Herbert Hoover administration. This phone is incapable of performing any task greater than making phone calls or serving as a doorstop. Hopefully, this...

Sean of the South | On life and Heinz ketchup

BY SEAN DIETRICH OPINION — I miss glass bottles. I come from a generation of glass.And therein lies a fundamental difference between my generation and the current one.Glass bottles were everywhere. Glass packaging contained everything from mayonnaise to Bayer aspirin....

Sean of the South | A few things I love about America

OPINION —  A mericans are arguing right now. And believe me, I get it. There is a lot going on. Everyone has differences of opinion. But I wondered if we Americans couldn’t put aside our disagreements for a moment, and agree on a few things we love.  I’ll...
Blind Love

Blind Love

By SEAN DIETRICH She was trash. At least that’s how she was treated. She was found wandering a rural Mississippi highway. Beneath the stars. It was...

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Blind Love

Good Dog

By SEAN DIETRICH She has long red hair. Fair complexion. A high school senior. Quiet. Mild-mannered. When she speaks, her voice sounds like Locust...

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Blind Love

Breakfast

By SEAN DIETRICH I’m warning you beforehand, what I’m about to say is going to seem utterly ridiculous. Here goes: My mother once told me that I...

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Blind Love

Mama

By SEAN DIETRICH They called her Mama. Everyone at Waffle House knew her that way. Few knew her real name. To them, she was “Mama.” “She was...

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Blind Love

Good

By SEAN DIETRICH I saw him across the crowded restaurant with his elderly parents. They didn’t look like they’d aged a bit. But he did. His face was...

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Blind Love

2023

By SEAN DIETRICH The dusk is reflecting off Douglas Lake. I am nestled in the French Broad River valley, seated on the porch of a log cabin,...

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Blind Love

A New Year

By SEAN DIETRICH Goodbye old year. You were a decent year, I don’t care what they say about you. Yeah, a lot of crummy stuff happened in 2022. But a...

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This I Know

This I Know

This story was told to me by a friend. A retired nurse.  The nurse was passing by room 202 in the pediatric oncology wing. It was late. The...

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