By Sean Dietrich The Girl Scouts were setting up a folding table by the doors of the hardware store. “Omigod,” I said to the cashier. “It’s March.” The cashier looked at me flatly. “Debit or... Read more
By Sean Dietrich A crowded airliner. We were somewhere above Virginia. I was sandwiched between two passengers like Prince Albert in a can. It has been said, if you’re a bad person in this l... Read more
By Sean Dietrich I don’t know her name. I don’t know anything about her. She is a sign language interpreter. That’s all I know. She sits onstage during tonight’s keynote address for the Sava... Read more
By Sean Dietrich The transmission of her car has given out. Every day, she hitches a ride to work because she is broke. She works hard. Too hard. And when she’s not cooking in the kitchen of... Read more
By Sean Dietrich It’s just a road. That’s really all it is. It’s a 798 kilometer footpath, winding from France to Spain. The road is littered with hostels, inns, stone churches, and about 7... Read more
By Sean Dietrich To the woman who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. The woman whose particular cancer, the doctor said, is the “bad kind.” Whatever the hell that means. Is there a “... Read more
By Sean Dietrich I think of the Camino often. Every day, actually. The Camino sort of lives inside me. Wherever I go. Whatever I do. I think about it. I remember who I was as I walked the an... Read more
By Sean Dietrich I have an important question. How would you spend your best day ever? This might sound like a dumb question. But if you have time, take a brief break from doom scrolling and... Read more
By Sean Dietrich Rico was going to be euthanized in a few days. He was in his kennel. Unmoving. He wasn’t making a fuss the way hopeful dogs do when visitors come. It was almost like he knew... Read more
By Sean Dietrich We did not choose Otis. We let our oldest dog, Thelma Lou, pick him out. She was just a puppy. We felt strongly that Thelma deserved to choose her own brother since, after a... Read more