"Getting Back To Me"
from girl to boy to woman
by Scottie Jeanette Madden
Amazon bestseller describes
"Bold Journey in an Unflinching & Articulate Memoir"
... the realtime account of the coming out of a respected adventure filmmaker, taken from her journal entries as she leaves “white male privilege” to embrace truth, grace and womanhood. Her gut-wrenching journey of love, acceptance & honesty becomes the ultimate survival show.
Scottie didn’t make it easy on herself. Like many late-stage trans women, Scottie had made one helluva guy; husband of 26 years, the only son, the big brother and legendary adventurer uncle. Everything in her life screamed "Alpha Male."
No one could guess that Scottie, a top survival show runner who's reputation for leading über-male productions in the world’s most dangerous locations, was losing a lifelong battle for her soul.
It takes true love from her wife of 26 years for Scottie to shake off fifty years of expectations of her family, society and herself to dismantle the walls of a self-imposed prison.
Scottie’s articulate and insightful perspective shines new light on the transgender experience, but it's her deeply personal confession told with unflinching clarity, inspiring courage, and engaging humor, that makes her story a must read for any human, of any persuasion. Hers is a love story that will inspire and affirm anyone.

The California Leg of Scottie’s Getting Back to Me Book Launch & Signing Tour for 2015 is a Wrap!

Week four, stop one. (Or six over all… I know, I know, this whole week thingy is a… well, gotta see it thru, right?) WOODLAND HILLS – BOOK SIGNING AND CHRISTMAS COOKIE EXCHANGE!

Tour Journal – Week Three, Stop Two (or for those of you doing new math, stop number 5) Book signing & Fundraiser @Savana-Channelle Winery, Saratoga CA with the LGBTQ Youthspace
Excerpts from "Getting Back To Me"
FORWARD
Okay, you’re right, I’m not the first girl to walk this path, but when I found myself at the edge of the abyss called “unknown” with vertigo pulling me ever forward, I still believed I had a sworn duty to skirt the edge. Even when I saw others defy gravity, I felt grounded. My path just wasn’t as obvious as theirs. I didn’t have a “hell” to leave.
Until I’m honest with myself.
Which is hard for me to do. It’s what got me in trouble, deep trouble. I’m compelled to tell my story for that one person who finds herself (or himself) like me, lost in a house of mirrors of her own making. The kind of girl who, instead of searching for a way out, just makes another mirror; the kind of girl who didn’t trust herself to trust herself.
This is for the girl or boy out there who has convinced themselves that they aren’t worthy of going from “there” to here. The kind of girl who learned never to trust that mirror, but never stopped praying to it everyday.
Because one day, the mirror answers. . .





























