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

Stinky, sweaty, wet, dirty and bloody (okay, only two scratches) as we were, we headed to Lahaina (‘merciless sun’) to go to Bubba Gump’s for lunch. Oh yummy yummy yummy, fried chicken and tea and coleslaw, and a barbequed pork sandwich and O’Doul’s for Robyn, in the shade, by the open window, overlooking the sea.


After that, we shopped at Hilo Hattie’s, hit Starbucks, found the car, and came back to home base—before we dared sit down, we put on bathing suits and went into the ocean, and the hot tub. Now Robyn is asleep, and I need to put some clothes on and do likewise.


Oh by the way, these condos are currently selling for $700,000. Isn’t that incredible?


Chapter 58