By SEAN DIETRICH Just before midnight. Somewhere on the Texas prairie. A 20-year-old named Mark was driving on a two-lane highway on his way home. You have to be careful when driving on an empty prairie. It’s easy to develop “prairie foot.” On a flat landscape,...

By SEAN DIETRICH She was trash. At least that’s how she was treated. She was found wandering a rural Mississippi highway. Beneath the stars. It was a wonder the girl hadn’t been hit. This was a busy highway. The kind with transfer trucks. The dog was walking in the...

By SEAN DIETRICH She has long red hair. Fair complexion. A high school senior. Quiet. Mild-mannered. When she speaks, her voice sounds like Locust Fork, Alabama. Her name is Morgan. Seated beside her is Clarabelle, a black Labrador wearing a Service Dog Alabama vest....

By SEAN DIETRICH I’m warning you beforehand, what I’m about to say is going to seem utterly ridiculous. Here goes: My mother once told me that I could conquer the world if I ate a decent breakfast. The whole world. All because of breakfast. See? I tried to warn you....