Wild Rose of the Chesapeake

From the Editrix
by Rachel Rene Boyd

Executive Board Minutes
by Linda Sullivan

Sharon & the NY State Police
by Sharon Eileen Gray

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by Rosemary McQueen

How Wonderful Life Can Be
by Lucy Stone

Continuum of Gender
by Kate Thomas, Ph.D.

Tri-Ess Membership Is Up!
by Jane Ellen Fairfax

Solidarity And Sisterhood
By Linda Sullivan

Hair! Hair! Hair!
by Barbara Van Horn

The Chi Epsilon Sigma Newsletter
October, 2003
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Sharon & the New York State Police  by Sharon Eileen Gray

On the way through the Montezuma Wildlife Refuge, I had to swerve to miss quite a few deer crossing the road. They were all over the place. There was a movie theater at the mall outside Auburn and I pulled into the parking lot and everything was closed. Looking at my watch, it was about 1 AM. No Wonder! I pulled out of the lot and decided to head into the city of Auburn, but as I got closer, I realized I was getting tired and turned around instead to head back to the camp. I didn't make it very far before I saw flashing red lights in my rear view mirror. I WAS TERRIFIED!!! I knew I wasn't speeding and thought I hadn't broken any laws. What could they be stopping me for?

Seemed like forever before the officer strolled up to my side window. As I rolled it down, He said, ""Your drivers license and registration, please, ma'am."

Great! What do I do now? How would the state police react to a guy in a dress? Would I get beat up? Would I go to jail?

I gave him my license and registration and after he looked at them for awhile, he said, "We've had a complaint that you were swerving into the other lane, back a ways. Would you wait here in the truck for a few moments, please?"

Gee, he didn't say anything about the way I was dressed or that the sex on the documents I handed him was different than the gender I was expressing. Still terrified, I had a glimmer of hope that he would just give me a ticket and it would end there.

A seemingly long time later, he showed back up at my side window, flashed his flashlight in my face and said, "I am going to have to ask you to drive down the road to the office." My heart sank even further. Would he let me stay in the truck while he checks me out? Would he be calling my wife to verify who I am? Oh, no! What if she leaves me over this? This is too much to bear! You can imagine all the things that went through my head.

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