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

Of course, the only other major problem came the same sort of day; I was the only one there, the lowest of the low. Lunch time maybe? I don’t know anymore, but there was flooding on the Huron River with the possibility of a dam being washed away, and I had to initiate a phone tree. I guess I was pretty damn good in an emergency, but boy was I afraid of almost everything else.


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