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 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
By Sean Dietrich The email arrived this morning. The subject line read, “Bread.” The message read: “My 11-year-old granddaughter, Bella, makes bread...
By Sean Dietrich A snowscape. The long Minnesota prairies were covered in powdered sugar. A lone dirt highway cut through the cotton-white...