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

April 26: Surprising an Unhappy Little Elf at a Bridge: I was out geocaching and walking along the path when I saw a woman sitting barefoot on the little wooden bridge ahead of me, with her little dog. Phooey, says I, that’s right where my GPS is pointing. As I got there, she grabbed her dog and said, “He’s a psycho doggie”. I asked if he was in guard dog mode? Then we went on talking. After a while I sat down across from her and the manic little terrier mix decided I was not The Enemy and wandered off.


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