Sean Dietrich
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Sean of the South By Sean Dietrich: Appreciation for unseen good deeds
"I saw you. It was at an old Piggly Wiggly. The kind with swinging doors and neon letters that don’t all light up. I watched you open the door for an old woman who used a walking cane." Read more
Sean of the South By Sean Dietrich: First day of kindergarten
Today is John’s first day of school. His mother, Tanya, is saying goodbye to him. She kisses him. She straightens his collar and fixes his hair. She sends him off to join his kindergarten classmates. Read more
Sean of the South By Sean Dietrich: Fourth of July
On my kitchen counter is a pound cake, sitting on a pedestal, beneath a glass dome. Read more
Sean of the South By Sean Dietrich: In a time of rain, time equals flavor
It is raining. It has rained all day. My wife is making chicken soup because soup goes with rainy weather. It’s been a lazy, wet, boring, sleepy day. My wife has had the soup simmering since breakfast. Read more
Sean of the South By Sean Dietrich: Reverence for the Pound Cake Lady
After my father died, I remember visiting a Methodist church with my boyhood friend, and he was introducing me to people. He was raised Methodist; I was not. My people were Baptist. Read more
