Happy birthday, Sean!
This is a good piece from Sean Dietrich. Pretty much all of his writing is good, though some of his essays hit me more than others. Because some of it is more about me than it is about him. It's not the kind of thing a male talks about. Some of us are not as great as others. Some of us remember painful shyness and searingly self-conscious athletic awkwardness. Every Time Sean of the South talks about how unsatisfactory he was and how he felt about himself, I remember. Over the years he's been writing, Sean has long admitted himself. I know too, but I'll never go public with it, over my years the personna has worked too well for me to mess it up. You can say too much, and once it's said it's too late to reconsider, because nothing can be unsaid. I was always smart enough for life, but, except for my crushing love for my children and constant anxiety about their wellbeing, I was never up to what I thought I should be. Sean has been writing about it for years, I never...
