By Sean Dietrich "I am not an artist,” said Ginni Bonell. “I can barely draw a straight line.” Bonell lives in Virginia. She is in her mid-60s, with...
By Sean Dietrich "I am not an artist,” said Ginni Bonell. “I can barely draw a straight line.” Bonell lives in Virginia. She is in her mid-60s, with...
By Sean Dietrich Ribs. That’s what I need right now. Big, fat, juicy, thick, obscenely greasy, dangerously smoky, cardiac-distressing, country-style...
By Sean Dietrich Late afternoon. I am in the deep woods. It is raining. I’m riding a tricycle along the Chief Ladiga Trail, pedaling toward Georgia...
By Sean Dietrich I saw you in the Publix parking lot. Your car’s gas tank lid was open. I wanted to tell you. But you were busy. You were wearing...
By Sean Dietrich Dear Malcolm, I received your handwritten letter in the mail yesterday. It was written so incredibly well. And I wanted to take a...
A little church. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. In fact, it’s been a long time since I’ve been anywhere. I haven’t ventured far...
The middle of the night. The rural Alabama countryside was lit by the glow of the full moon. In most major U.S. cities, tens of thousands were...
It is a spring evening in West Florida. Humid. The sun is low. I am watching three old men strum guitars and sing “We Shall Overcome” on their front...
BOW, N.H.— A sunny morning in New Hampshire. Summer is inching closer. A few rural mail carriers ride the backroads, making their rounds. A dog...