By SEAN DIETRICH I was a kid. My father and I walked into the filling station. The bell above the door dinged. Daddy was filthy from working under a...
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Sean Dietrich Articles
In Defense of Alabama
By SEAN DIETRICH I have here an email from a man who shall remain anonymous. He says: “Sean, you cannot be serious about moving to Birmingham,...
Laugh
By SEAN DIETRICH One day you will laugh. I promise. Probably not today. Probably not tomorrow, either. But soon. Right now you are a premature...
Good Dog
By SEAN DIETRICH The little redheaded boy found his grandfather on the porch swing, late at night. The old man was whittling basswood, listening to...
An Old Man
By SEAN DIETRICH He stands before his mirror, adjusting his collar, fixing his white hair until it’s just so. He’s thinking of her. She always took...
New Year
By SEAN DIETRICH Lord have mercy. Betty White is dead. She inherited her eternal reward on New Year’s Eve, at age 99. Less than 24 hours before the...
Erin Has A Guardian Angel. A Real One.
By SEAN DIETRICH This supernatural cherub was a gift from her mother, long ago. It all started when Erin was six years old. Her dying mother called...
Trees of Alabama
By SEAN DIETRICH Somewhere in Alabama. A small town with a cute main street, lots of muddy trucks and men who wear neon orange, even to church. The...
Hug Me
By SEAN DIETRICH I wish I could give you a hug right now. I really do. I’d reach through this screen and squeeze you so firmly that your eardrums...