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

And now my IBS goes “ARRRGHGHH!!! PANIC!!! OVERREACT!!!” aka “Danger, Will Robinson!” so I may not be going anywhere for a while, well, perhaps ‘somewhere’.


Note: The ground is not shaking, I’m not going to go see if the water is receding, there were no instructions issued over the TV, I already know we’re in a flood-prone area and to go mauka, inland, uphill. In the phone book ‘disaster preparation’ area there is no information about what warnings or all clears will sound like. Or information about when tests are conducted. Oops.


Also Nov 1: Reunions. Someone on another list mentioned her 50th class reunion coming up. Mine will be in 2010 and I’m sure to win ‘most changed’ as well as ‘travelled the farthest’—because the only other class member overseas is D., who lives on the Big Island, but he’s currently not able to travel.


Chapter 80