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I am backstage, about to tell stories onstage. A man with a name tag and a clipboard announces, “Ten minutes to showtime.” Read more

Sean Dietrich

It was just the two of us, seated at dinner. Alone on Christmas night. Dressed in our Sunday best. Candles on the dining table. Choral music playing. Read more

Sean Dietrich

My cousin’s daughter is making a list of things she’s grateful for. It’s a Thanksgiving-themed assignment for school. She asked for my help. And when a kid asks you for help, it makes you feel eleven feet tall. Read more

Sean Dietrich

"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 Dietrich

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 Dietrich