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

I’m noticing a lack of misery between the lines, though the snark is alive and well. I’ve been writing a lot of fiction, and publishing (over 40 so far) with several different places.


Near the end of March, my gut acted up, and I had a strong hunch that it wasn’t just being its normal, irritable self. I had Robyn take me to the E.R. It took all night, but Dr. L. decided to operate on me for a twisted bowel; I could tell you the technical name but they shoot horses for it. Anyhow my gender reveal, so to speak, was both visible and obvious to all. There was one nurse who flat out lied about calling the doctor. There was another who became, for a while, my best and probably my only, gay male friend.


The X-ray technician said I had an enlarged prostate, which gave Dr. L. an enlarged temper.


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