Devin Dearing Preston: NYC writer, playwright, and storyteller

Control… Not on the Menu

March 30, 2015

“Can I get your pulled pork sandwhich, but with no bread? Hold the slaw, hold the pickle. Maybe sub spinach…

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Are you sure?

March 27, 2015

The month was July. The time of day, evening. Sunset, to be more specific. The question was simple. Requiring a…

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Fat Bride

July 25, 2014

We do exist. It is frowned upon. But all the same, there are no coalitions I’m aware of that will…

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No Joke

April 30, 2014

How does a joke shift from being seriously funny to being seriously troubling? When is the exact moment we pause…

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Give Away

April 30, 2014

Dear Dad, It’s been too long. Forgive me for not writing. Life, you know, the one I’m still living, has…

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Losing It

January 14, 2012

Dear Flynt, I like to lose things. Well, maybe like is not the correct word. But, I do lose stuff…

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Tightly Holding On

January 3, 2012

Dear Dan, I lost that hat you gave me today. And I was upset by how much it upset me….

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Should I be embarrassed?

December 23, 2011

I don’t wear a bra. Ever. I gave up that fight a long time ago. When an A cup is…

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Merry Fucking Christmas

December 21, 2011

Dear Dad, I didn’t get you anything this year. Because you always hated when we got you presents and because…

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Mistakes, I have made a few

December 13, 2011

I feel like I’ve made a huge mistake. I’m trying something new in the hospitality industry. I’m working the door….

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