Sean Dietrich Articles

Brother John

BY SEAN DIETRICH OPINION — Pineview Street. A nondescript house. Off-white. One story. Nothing fancy. Nice neighborhood. Manicured lawns.On the back of the house is a newly built wheelchair ramp. I knocked on the door. The caregiver answered.Inside, the first thing...

America’s Aunt

BY SEAN DIETRICH OPINION — Nobody knows when it started. But it did. The first jar of pickles to appear on Aunt Bee’s grave in Siler City, North Carolina, showed up in in 1989, the year she died. Legend states that the pickles were probably homemade. Although some...

Morning in Tuscaloosa

BY SEAN DIETRICH OPINION — The plane landed in Tuscaloosa at 8:37 p.m. Central Time. Coach Kalen DeBoer deboarded.He was met with an entourage of photographers and reporters with iPhones. DeBoer’s press conference was scheduled for 1 p.m.It was a blustery, rainy day...

Uhhhh…

BY SEAN DIETRICH OPINION — It’s a rainy night in Columbus, Georgia. I have an interview on the local evening news. This is a monumental occasion. My mother called to make sure I was wearing clean underwear.The last time I was in Columbus, I was in college. I was...
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The Rose

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...

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The Dance

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...

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Eggs and Bacon

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...

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Chicken Salad

By Sean Dietrich The elderly man at the deli counter was undecided. He looked at the lineup of cold salads behind the glass divider with a serious...

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Spring Training

By Sean Dietrich Major League Baseball spring training started today. I sat on my porch, listening to a radio. And I was cheering. I mean genuinely...

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About Last Night

By Sean Dietrich Last night, amidst the biting Michigan cold, a baby was born at 10:03 p.m. And while none of the major news outlets or camera crews...

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About Humans

By Sean Dietrich DEAR SEAN: I am 67 years old and I hate myself for not having seen my son in 30 years, and it is my fault we drifted apart, I’m to...

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Our Daily Redhead

By Sean Dietrich The email arrived this morning. The subject line read, “Bread.” The message read: “My 11-year-old granddaughter, Bella, makes bread...

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A Wee Little Dog

By Sean Dietrich A snowscape. The long Minnesota prairies were covered in powdered sugar. A lone dirt highway cut through the cotton-white...

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