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...
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...
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...
By SEAN DIETRICH Early evening. My mother-in-law (Mother Mary) and I are watching the Andy Griffith Show. We are whistling along with the opening...
By SEAN DIETRICH Out of the seven billion people in this world, I saw you. It was yesterday. You let a lady cut in line at the supermarket. An...
By Sean Dietrich DEAR SEAN: Do you ever write anything not about gooey, syrupy love? Thanks, MARK-IN-ATLANTA DEAR MARK: I have a story for you. It...
By By Sean Dietrich They were good together. That’s what everyone said about them. Their schoolmates said it. Their friends said it. Their parents...
By Sean Dietrich The house where I was born was trimmed in roses. It was a clapboard home, previously owned by a retired World War II veteran. The...
By Sean Dietrich “Will the room please settle down before the dance begins?!” says Gary to the elderly crowd in the nursing home cafeteria. “Simmer...
By Sean Dietrich I was a young man. Four of us guys walked into an average Florida Panhandle Waffle House before sunrise. We did this every morning...