Emily Maker, Author at MyUmbrella

Airport Pick-Up

By : Emily Maker January 14, 2021 No Comment

I’m exhausted. Traveling for work can be fun, but really… it’s just long hours and shitty sleep. My return flight is landing and I can already smell my lady’s perfume. I miss her. My body misses her. The goal is to get off this plane and into her arms as quickly as possible. I keep this in mind when packing, so I always pack light, even for this two-week trip. I wrap up all the cords and miscellaneous stuff I tend to accumulate on trips. The seatbelt sign goes off and my ache for her grows just a bit. I stay seated and touch up my lipstick, and smooth my wild curls into some sort of shape while my fellow passengers jostle for position. They file past me, I collect

No Yoga Tomorrow

By : Emily Maker December 23, 2020 Comments Off

It's been a long time since I’ve been here. My life has been all about morning yoga, green smoothies, and my cat. Tonight, I don't know what got into me, but here I am. It’s a moody blues bar. Low lights, the smell of whiskey in the air, and that music. I let the vibe wash over me. “I’ll get a bourbon neat.” I tell the bartender and turn to watch the musicians, lost in their craft. They are as unaware of the audience as the audience is of them… they’re just part of the walls, the foundation of this intoxicating vibe. I sit back and sip my bourbon. The light is almost too dim, but it creates a sense of security that you just can’t get from the early

4 o’clock on a Saturday

By : Emily Maker December 14, 2020 Comments Off

Awake, and it's that weird time... is it Friday night? Saturday morning? I'm unsure. In this moment between day and night, I hear your soft breath. Your stillness and peace settle into my being as I tune out the world. Moments pass as I listen. I turn to face you. Your beauty is astounding. Your eyes flutter open and you look at me. In a state of silence, we lock eyes. Breath, stillness. A smile. The moon is big, and I can see the glow on your skin. Uncovered shoulders, collarbone bare. Your hand finds its way to my face and the warmth of it on my cheek gives me chills. I can feel my heartbeat quicken. I try to slow my breath, but that takes focus that I would

It’s Okay to Not Know

By : Emily Maker November 21, 2020 Comments Off

I grew up in the midwest with zero open queer folk around, which led to me having to figure out where I fall on the spectrum of human sexuality a little bit late. I thought I was odd. Not normal. I mean, who doesn’t know they aren’t straight until their late twenties, or later? Turns out that the more I talk about it, the more common it seems. I feel grateful for my move to a liberal city in my early twenties and the exposure it gave me to all different sorts of people. I was married to a man at 19 and had a baby at nearly 21. Shortly after that divorce, I met another man and was with him during all of my struggles with self identity. In

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No Yoga Tomorrow

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It’s Okay to Not Know

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