Sean Dietrich Articles

Sean of the South: A ‘Dear Sean’ letter

BY SEAN DIETRICH The email came from someone named Paxton.“Dear Sean,” the message began, “my dog died today and I feel like I can’t go on. I know you‘ve lost a dog before. How do you go on without them?”As it happens, I have lost 12 dogs in my life. Twelve sounds...

An American in Rome

BY SEAN DIETRICH Rome, Italy. The sun is rising over the City of Seven Hills. I am sitting at a cafe, not far from our hotel, editing a column on a yellow legal pad. I am here for breakfast, waiting for my wife to wake up.The Colosseum is just down the street. The old...

Beulah Land

BY SEAN DIETRICH The man had a dream. In this dream, he died. It happened so quickly he almost didn’t know life was over. One minute he was alive; the next, poof, he was organic fertilizer.He went to Beulah Land. And it was the whole heavenly enchilada. Everything...

All Dogs Go to Heaven

BY SEAN DIETRICH It was dark. The young dishwasher was on break. He was sitting behind the restaurant, out by the dumpster, tapping a carton of Camels on his palm.Like all dishwashers, he worked hard for junk pay. He was the first one there. The last one to leave. He...
Mustang Sally

Mustang Sally

By Sean Dietrich A hotel lobby. I am 951 miles from home, watching the news channels show hurricane footage taken from my hometown in Florida. The...

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Mustang Sally

Pennsylvania

By Sean Dietrich Sunrise. A small Pennsylvania town. I’m sipping weak coffee, writing from the porch of a small 1893 inn that overlooks Appalachia....

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Mustang Sally

Dear Sean

By Sean Dietrich CYNTHIA— I’m depressed because I’m stuck indoors because I have a compromised immune system. I miss my husband. He died two years...

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Mustang Sally

BE KIND

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...

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Mustang Sally

RIBS

By Sean Dietrich Ribs. That’s what I need right now. Big, fat, juicy, thick, obscenely greasy, dangerously smoky, cardiac-distressing, country-style...

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Mustang Sally

TRAILS

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...

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NURSES

NURSES

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...

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STORIES

STORIES

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...

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OLD PLACES

OLD PLACES

 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...

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