By SEAN DIETRICH The phone rang. My wife and I were in the kitchen, cooking an elaborate gourmet dinner. I was chopping garlic. My wife was sauteing...
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Sean Dietrich Articles
Play Ball
They were calling for rain. But no rain came. Yet. The umpires stood on the field, clad in clerical black, staring at the sky, palms facing...
America
By SEAN DIETRICH "HOW ARE YOU GOING TO SAVE THIS COUNTRY?!" shouts the talking head on TV. I’m at an American diner. The kind with fried food and...
Buc-ee’s
By SEAN DIETRICH Buc-ee’s convenience store sits outside Athens, Alabama, like a giant squatting beaver. This Texas-based gas station place is not a...
Trees
By SEAN DIETRICH I have a thing for trees. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve always been a nerd. I think it all dates back to my days in Boy...
In the Air
By SEAN DIETRICH A crowded plane. I had an aisle seat. The guy beside me was snorting. I say “snorting” because he was actually making swine-like...
Mother’s Love
“I am a little old woman who lives in an assisted living facility…” her email began. Her following message was about the length of “War and...
Dancers
The little girl sits in a hospital room. She lives here. In this bed. In this university hospital. She lives in this gown. She usually plays...
Ash Wednesday
Ash Wednesday. The first day of Lent. I saw him in a Birmingham supermarket. He was young. Latino. Maybe 11 or 12. He was wandering through the...