My name is Grace Anne Stevens, and a decade ago, I did not have the words to understand all the deep feelings inside of me that kept fighting the outward reality that I was a man. I was in my mid-fifties, and had three adult children trying to figure out their own lives, while I was battling a personal turmoil that no one could see. I was divorced and on my own after 25 years of marriage, and at the age of 58, returned to school to get my master’s degree in counseling psychology. Four years later, at age 62, I graduated having learned, among other things, that many of my classmates were trying to figure themselves out, too. Read more