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"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

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On my kitchen counter is a pound cake, sitting on a pedestal, beneath a glass dome. Read more

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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

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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

Sean Dietrich