Devin Dearing Preston: NYC writer, playwright, and storyteller

An annivesary of sorts

November 22, 2011

Its time to remember.

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Give me your coat! Please?

November 18, 2011

I’ve given up the high stress world of table service this winter for the very odd occupation of watching other…

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Unknown future

October 18, 2011

It’s that time of year. Summer: the deadest time ever for my restaurant. So deadly in fact, that my restaurant…

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Why not write you?

October 18, 2011

Dear Dad, I’m sorry I quit writing you. I didn’t. I just needed to take a little break. I was frankly sick…

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Fading Flowers

September 16, 2011

I’ve started keeping beautiful cut flowers in my apartment. At my writing desk, in the kitchen, elegantly arranged on the…

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September 2, 2011

Dear Dad, I was thinking about you at work. We are phasing out Equal packets. Everywhere is, really. I remember…

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Dear Former Best Friend,

August 19, 2011

Please don’t hate me. And if you do, still, please don’t hate me more for including this in my blog. I…

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Dear Dev,

August 18, 2011

Enough. Ah’m serious. You need to cut this shit out! Git on with yer life. Don’t make me come down there! Ah’ve been…

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Oh Flynt,

August 17, 2011

I’m super single these days. Meaning, I’m single and it’s super. Super. This is surprising to most people who don’t know me….

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Dearest Flynt,

August 16, 2011

I miss your laugh. I was thinking about it a lot toady. You loved to laugh almost as much as…

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