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 stopped writing for quite a while, as I said ‘the muse was no longer amusing’, and went into photography. I had finally figured out you didn’t have to know stuff before you learned it; so I went to a photography class thinking I would be the only newcomer to the hobby. Nope. Some knew more than I did, sure, but not many. So I had a great time, and almost got an AA in photography. I was doing my own darkroom work and slid into tray processing color. At that time I also finished my BA so was busy enough, as well as working.


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