Sean Dietrich

Sean Dietrich

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Sean is a writer for The Observer

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Sean of the South: A ‘Dear Sean’ letter

Sean of the South: A 'Dear Sean' letter

BY SEAN DIETRICH The email came from someone named Paxton.“Dear Sean,” the message began, “my dog died today and I feel like I can’t go on. I know you‘ve lost a dog before. How do you go on without them?”As it happens, I have lost 12 dogs in my...

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Alter Call: Watcha Doing?

Alter Call: Watcha Doing?

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION — The above title in correct English would be: What are you doing? Around the house, some of us take shortcuts with our words. I can remember my wife asking me many times, “Whatcha doing?”I got in the habit of replying...

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An American in Rome

An American in Rome

BY SEAN DIETRICH Rome, Italy. The sun is rising over the City of Seven Hills. I am sitting at a cafe, not far from our hotel, editing a column on a yellow legal pad. I am here for breakfast, waiting for my wife to wake up.The Colosseum is just down...

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Alter Call: Watcha Doing?

Through the Fires of Sorrow

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —Oswald Chambers was blunt about sorrow and difficulty. Nothing is gained by saying there ought to be no sorrow. “Sorrow is,” he said, and we must face it. Sin, sorrow and suffering are facts of life, “and it is not for us...

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Sean of the South: A ‘Dear Sean’ letter

Beulah Land

BY SEAN DIETRICH The man had a dream. In this dream, he died. It happened so quickly he almost didn’t know life was over. One minute he was alive; the next, poof, he was organic fertilizer.He went to Beulah Land. And it was the whole heavenly...

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Alter Call: Watcha Doing?

To whom do you belong?

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —During my early and middle years, but not much during my older years, there were occasions when I had lustful thoughts while admiring the beauty of another man’s wife. Each time that happened, I heard the inner voice of...

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All Dogs Go to Heaven

All Dogs Go to Heaven

BY SEAN DIETRICH It was dark. The young dishwasher was on break. He was sitting behind the restaurant, out by the dumpster, tapping a carton of Camels on his palm.Like all dishwashers, he worked hard for junk pay. He was the first one there. The...

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Alter Call: Watcha Doing?

The Best Moment of My Life

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —It caught my attention — the story of a young man scoring a touchdown for Murphy High School in Mobile Thursday night, Oct. 5. When we lived in Mobile 50 years ago, my two oldest sons, Matt and Mark, both played on the...

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Alter Call: Watcha Doing?

A Woman From Zambia, Sent By God

OPINION —During my first visit to the beautiful African country known as Zambia, my host Alfred Kalembo introduced me to his sister Catherine. Since her understanding of languages was limited to her native tongue, Tonga, we communicated mostly with...

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Sean of the South: A ‘Dear Sean’ letter

A Long Way to Mobile

This is not my story. But it was told to me by an old man who lived it.The year is 1987. Rural Alabama. Our main character is a young kid. He’s at a remote gas station. He tries to start his car, but it’s a no go. The car is deader than disco.So...

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Coping With Change

Coping With Change

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —To live well, you must learn to cope with change. The most common truth about life is that change is a constant reality. It is forever foolish to wish that “things would never change.”When I was born in 1932, gas cost 10...

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Coping With Change

THE KID

BY SEAN DIETRICH This is not my story. It was told to me. In fact, I’m hearing it for the first time, just like you are.The year was 1982. The old man climbed out of a rust-red Ford. He was ancient. He walked with a shuffle as he hobbled into the...

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Coping With Change

ROAD TRIP

BY SEAN DIETRICH Traffic is heavy. There is a blind dog in the passenger seat of my vehicle, emitting strange and exotic smells.The dog’s name is Marigold. We call her “Marigold the Magnificent.” Or “Marigold the Marvelous.” Or, if she’s chewing...

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Coping With Change

The Interview

BY SEAN DIETRICH I am mid-20s. I am a cub journalist for a tiny local newspaper with a circulation of about six. My biggest dream is to write for the Tallahassee newspaper someday. But it’s not working out. They’ve turned down all my work.But I’m...

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Coping With Change

Leaning Against the Wrong Building

BY WALT ALBRITTON RELIGION —One of the most popular songs across the world is “Jesus Loves Me.” I love the way the song reveals the source of that good news: “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”So, if you ask Christians why...

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Coping With Change

FLY

BY SEAN DIETRICH I am writing from a plane that is stuck on a runway. It’s raining. Hard. I have a screaming baby behind me. Angry passengers surround me.I have to be in Atlanta tonight, but it’s not looking good.We have been on this god-forsaken...

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Coping With Change

FLY

BY SEAN DIETRICH I am writing from a plane that is stuck on a runway. It’s raining. Hard. I have a screaming baby behind me. Angry passengers surround me.I have to be in Atlanta tonight, but it’s not looking good.We have been on this god-forsaken...

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Coping With Change

I Was Speechless

BY WALT ALBRITTON For years I have smiled at the embarrassment of the Pharisees when Jesus left them speechless. The gospels tell of many instances when Jesus, while eating a meal with a prominent Pharisee, asked questions that silenced his...

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Coping With Change

America

BY SEAN DIETRICH There are three or four neighborhood cats who sit on my porch each morning as I write. They are feral animals. They were here when we moved in. Nobody owns them. But they are fixtures in our neighborhood.My morning writing routine...

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Coping With Change

Planting Alleluias in a Child’s Heart

BY WALT ALBRITTON RELIGION —A woman of my acquaintance loved this poem and often quoted it as she shared her faith with others:"Greenless Child"by Ann WeemsI watched her go uncelebrated into the second grade,A greenless child,Gray among the orange...

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