Devin Dearing Preston: NYC writer, playwright, and storyteller

Flynt,

August 14, 2011

I had a nice  long chat with Mom today. We don’t talk as much as we should. Whatever that means….

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Daddy,

August 13, 2011

I was never allowed to call you that. You thought it made me sound juvenile. I’m a full grown adult now,…

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Hey Dad,

August 10, 2011

I found these on the internet. I googled your name and stumbled upon the pictorial evidence of your glory days as a…

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Dear Dad,

August 8, 2011

 I got drunk last night. Not blind drunk. I’m no longer capable of that condition. For many years, lets say…

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Dearest Yoga Teacher,

August 5, 2011

Forgive me for my release in your class last night. As you were speaking about all the emotion stored in…

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My Darlin’ Devin,

August 5, 2011

Whad’ re you doin’? You sure are makin’ quit a fuss over yer dear ol’ dad. It’s been so long,…

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Hey Dad,

August 3, 2011

These letter’s to you are allowing things to slowly shift for me. I’m not sure I like it. I’m also…

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Hey Dad,

August 1, 2011

So, I’m waiting tables still. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Nor, how pleased you would be about…

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Dearest dad,

July 29, 2011

I recently was curious if you remember saying good-bye. When last we saw each other, I had just moved to…

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Hey Flynt,

July 28, 2011

It’s almost one in the morning. I’m up. A night owl, which I get from you and mom, I know….

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