Meanwhile, Back in RealityIt was February eleventh, just before my fifty-sixth birthday, when I woke up and knew ‘he’ was here to stay. My youngest child had grown up and left home, I’d lost my job where I’d worked with my daughter, and been asked to move out of the home I was living in. My sister owned the home and now wanted it for her daughter. It was ‘my time’ at last, and not only safe for the real me to come out, but necessary. Someone told me I would ‘dream’ my name, and oddly enough I did. I took up karate and lasted long enough for my male and female brains to agree that as much as Emery loved it, Carol did not leave him a strong enough body to continue with it. That must have been my first attempt at integration and compromise.
So very much was going on, but here are just a few
