Sean of the South
Join your friend Sean Dietrich weekly to hear southern stories that make you laugh, cry, or land somewhere in the middle. These stories are based on his published column, but can be changed in order to conform to an audio production.
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This is weird. I realize this. But I wanted to write to you, dear loved one. Namely, because I’ve been dead for some time now. -
I keep thinking about the Camino. It’s always there. In the back of my mind. -
The following is a true story. It happened in rural Georgia. Last week. The names shall remain anonymous, to protect the guilty. -
I saw a shooting star. A big one. I was exiting Walmart. Pushing my buggy. It was dusk. The sky was pink. I looked into a cloudless sky and there it was. -
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Wake up early. Saturday morning. Leap out of bed. Oh, the bliss. -
I am walking my blind dog in a public park. We are on one of those community tracks. -
“I want to be a writer…” the email began. “I was sharing my work on social media but people kept leaving hateful comments. Sometimes I’d be left in tears." -
I have been doing a lot of walking. More walking than I’ve ever done in my life. More walking than I thought possible.
