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

Also May: Every May we went to Esprit in nearby Port Angeles. The following is indicative of all of them: We had a forgettable (I wish) dinner here at the (overpriced) Red Lion Crab House—and invited two of the ‘ladies’ to join us, rather than their sitting alone nearby. That’s nice for them, being alone and nervous and all, but thank God Robyn can keep a conversation going. One was a retired pilot, has been retired from TWA for over 25 years (but she didn’t die while we were eating so it’s all good, right?)


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