This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Some Fine Day

Edith Hahn wrote, “The price I was paying for my ascent was simultaneously to sink so deep into my disguise that I ran the risk of losing myself completely…I felt more and more unconnected to anything I had once called ‘real’. I began to fear that soon I might look in the mirror and see someone I myself could not recognize.” ( Edith Hahn Beer, ‘The Nazi Officer’s Wife’, William Morrow and Co., 1999; page 208)


Ow, ow, ow, that hurt to write. So here’s something to lighten things up. There’s a joke that goes, ‘The reason grandchildren and grandparents get along so well is because they have a common enemy.’ Ha. Ha. Ha.Divorce


Chapter 26