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

Actually transitioning was going to make my ‘weirdness’ visible—pretty damn scary stuff—but I thought it was still better for my kids to have a weird relative than a dead relative, and that’s the way things were coming to be.


The moral of the story is, if there has to be one, to never give up hope. The old trite saying ‘believe in yourself’—I had no idea it meant all dreams, including mine, no matter how far-fetched it seemed to be.


I believe you have to ‘put it out to the universe’ in order for a dream to become real. Maybe that’s baby steps, maybe that’s knowledge, but as long as you start down that path, the future will come to you in the manner it was always meant to be.


The thing about life is, you never know when there’s going to be a party—whatever form that party may take—it will come. Maybe not when you want it, but in time, in time.


Chapter 93