By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary The antique store was on the side of Highway 231. It looked like it had been an old filling station once. The sign said Open. So I walked insid... Read more
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary We were in an old feed store. Granddaddy and me. Wooden floors. Sacks of Purina cattle feed. Old men, sitting around, jawing. There was actuall... Read more
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary BIRMINGHAM—Samantha had a baby. He was eight pounds. Even. The kid needed emergency open heart surgery. He had a critical congenital heart dise... Read more
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary I’m making changes this year. Little changes. The big changes never last. It’s little ones that stick. So I’m going to start by making my bed e... Read more
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary The Third Day of Christmas. My three French hens must have gotten lost in the mail. The weather was a stolid 34 degrees. The water in the dog b... Read more
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary I don’t care about the gifts, Or the crappy little gadgets, I don’t care about the food, Or four-hour Christmas pageants. Yes, I like the twink... Read more
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary My neighborhood bar is small. Off the beaten path. Cozy. Funky smelling. The right amount of grime. The place was decorated for Christmas. Garl... Read more
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary Merry Christmas, Layla Grace. I got your name from the church Christmas tree. It’s kind of like Angel Tree, where you buy gifts for kids whose... Read more
Sean of the South: Newsboy
By Sean Dietrich, Sean of the South Commentary Newspapers have a smell. If you’re lucky enough to find a newspaper in our digital world, you’ll notice the smell first. Fresh newsprint paper.... Read more