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Em Dee

Em Dee

Today is the Day

This is the manifesto that you have been waiting for.

Oct 15, 2019

Today is the Day

Oct 15, 2019

Em Dee

Will I Ever Be A Grown-up?

Should I strive to be one?

Oct 6, 2019

Will I Ever Be A Grown-up?

Oct 6, 2019

Em Dee
in
a Few Words

Why write and publish when no one seems to read your stories.

This piece has more questions than answers but I’m gonna write about it anyway.

Aug 21, 2019

Why write and publish when no one seems to read your stories.

Aug 21, 2019

Em Dee

Her Bad Eyes

She looks at me like I’m the only person in the room. It’s a room full of people, a party in a hotel suite and we’ve never met before…

Jun 3, 2019

Her Bad Eyes

Jun 3, 2019

Em Dee
in
a Few Words

About Time

Time controls my life. It seems that I’m always either trying to catch it or trying to make more of it. You become utterly conscious of…

Jun 2, 2019

About Time

Jun 2, 2019

Em Dee

Multiverse Me is Enough

You are who you are and where you are meant to be. You are who you are and what you are because of what has gone into your mind. — Zig…

May 28, 2019

Multiverse Me is Enough

May 28, 2019

Em Dee

Falling, Before Take-Off

The plane was packed. Riley had just settled in her seat by the window and had fastened her seat belt. It would be a long eight-hour flight

May 22, 2019

Falling, Before Take-Off

May 22, 2019

Em Dee

Am I Happy?

Is happiness what I need now?

Apr 20, 2019

Am I Happy?

Apr 20, 2019

Em Dee

Why I’m Glad I Got on the Tidiness Trend

Have you ever had to dress up for work in the morning and stare at your closet but could not decide what to wear for the next half hour…

Apr 6, 2019

Why I’m Glad I Got on the Tidiness Trend

Apr 6, 2019

Em Dee

To the Broken Hearts Club

It’s been a month since Valentine’s day. A couple of years since I wrote Valentine verses for a game with my coworkers in the office. And a

Mar 15, 2019

To the Broken Hearts Club

Mar 15, 2019

Em Dee

Em Dee

Designer. Wonderer. I had always wished I was a good singer, so I can sing to myself when I’m bored. Until I discovered the joy of writing. Now I don’t know.

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