I’m Not THAT Michelle Devon

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For the longest time, my pen name, Michelle Devon, which is my real first name and my son’s middle name as my last name, which is now a legal name for me, was distinct enough, I never ran into anyone else with this name. I got the name Devon from an episode of Dragnet. My son’s name originally was going to be Aleck Brent. Back on July 29th, 1994, I started to have contractions that morning. It was a Friday and I had a doctor’s appointment. He asked me how I was doing and I said, “I’d be fine if these contractions would just stop.”

The doctor laughed and said, “No, what we want to do is string them closer together…”

I said, “That might be what YOU want me to do, but I never said it was what *I* wanted to do.”

He laughed; I didn’t. Ha ha. But sure enough, even though it was early for it (which we had planned for and I’d received steroid injections for as well), I went ahead and went into labor that night, full-blown, and my son was born on the morning of the 30th. Remembering laying in the bed, cringing and in pain and unable to DO anything at the hospital when I was pregnant with my daughter, I decided to stay home for just as long as I could stand it. So around three in the morning, I was watching Nickelodeon, in between bathroom breaks and cringing and moaning on the couch. They were playing an old episode of Dragnet that night and I was just coming out of the bathroom when a little old couple, Mr. & Mrs. Devon, were being arrested as petty thieves. I loved the sound of their name, and it must have stuck in my head.

Later, when my son was born, the nurse said, “It’s a boy!”

I said, “I know…. I had an amnio done a few months back.” I had known for months that he was going to be a boy, and having had a girl, I was happy to have a boy this time–one of each, as they say. I would have been pleased with any healthy child, you know (obligatory statement from a mother), but I truly was glad he was a boy.

The nurse said, “Since you knew he was a boy, you must already have a name for him?”

I said, “Yup, Aleck Devon…”

I have no idea why it came out; it just did. I like it too. One of his teachers–bless her ever-loving-stinkin’ little heart (said in my best Texas affectation), once told me I had named him appropriately – Aleck, like Smart Aleck and Devon, close to “devil”. I should have sued her or something. Don’t people do things like that nowadays? What a horrible thing for a teacher to say about a child – to his mother, even!

But I will say, Aleck has more than lived up to his name of Smart Aleck, but mostly,we just call him Brat Boy. It comes from a super hero drawing he did once and we needed to name his super hero. He called himself (not me, he did it) The Amazing Brat Boy! It stuck and as a minor, I never used his name on my old blogs. He’ll be 18 in just three short months, so it’s okay, I guess, to use his name now. No one online knows his real name, since he has his sperm donor’s last name… he actually wants to legally change his name to Aleck Devon, with Devon being his last name – and make Max his middle name. I have no idea why he chose Max. I don’t think he does either. All he wants is to disassociate from the man who harmed him and shares his last name and associate more with me, and since I’ve become Michelle Devon, he wants to be Aleck Devon. It’s already what he uses for his Facebook page.

And before anyone jumps me for the sperm donor comment, you need to know this is not the typical ‘absent/bad parent’ scenario here. I’m not being nasty about his biological father for the ‘usual’ reasons and I typically don’t approve of people bashing the absent parent when it’s unwarranted. His father committed a felony against his own child, and because of that, he is worthy of the sperm donor title. That’s all I’ll say about that right now. As he approaches the age of adulthood, at least legally, the decision to share those stories becomes his now.

Back on track…

So the point to this long story is that Michelle Devon is not my real name. It’s not the name I grew up with. It’s not the last name of anyone I know other than a fictional couple on Dragnet.

Because of that, it was easy to brand on the internet as a writer, without much competition from more normal or mainstream names. When you Googled “Michelle Devon” almost all the results somehow pertained to me. Occasionally, I’d get a basketball game score where someone was named Michelle and someone was named Devon, but they were usually both first names. Rarely, I’d get something for an educational something or another, again with the first name Michelle and first name Devon. One time, and it was only one time, I got a police blotter indicating a Michelle Devon had a warrant out for her arrest. I spent a good fifteen minutes trying to research why I would have a warrant out for my arrest and ensuring it wasn’t me, before I remembered, at that time, Michelle Devon wasn’t my legal name. Couldn’t be me! Ha!

But recently, there is a shyster in England named Michelle Devon… she apparently is about 10-15 years older than me, has blonde hair (though I swear from what I’ve seen, that’s not the natural hair color) and she works as a psychic medium. She also is apparently well known for stealing money from people with fake lottery or fake check scams. Then, when these people realize the scam, they go and search the internet to find her. Only because of all my ‘branding’, they instead find me.

It makes for some interesting email conversations and some interesting comments that are left on my blog (I don’t approve them – no sense making these people feel more foolish than they already are). The problem I have with this isn’t that these people got scammed. I understand that they are upset and hurt and disillusioned, but several of these people met with this person in person, and clearly they can see my pictures, see where I’m from, see my age – I’m in the US, she’s in England. I’m a good 10-15 years younger and it shows, and I have red hair and has fake blonde hair. She’s much shorter than I am (though I admit that’s hard to tell on the pictures) and did I mention I’m very clearly in the US? Texas, to be exact, and it’s not like I haven’t been quite proud of that. Even have the Texas Lone Star flag on my company page!

The part that irritates me is when these people don’t believe me when I tell them I’m not this other woman and that I don’t owe them any money! I’m not a crazy scamming British psychic medium swindler! I’m just a writer… from Texas. A writer. A broke writer! Sheesh. If I had scammed you out of 24,000 bucks and scammed a few other people out of similar amounts, don’t you think I’d be living large somewhere and not quite so public on the internet… you know, like the ‘other’ Michelle Devon who is nearly impossible to find?

Still, I’m just me. And if you’re one of the people scammed by this other Michelle Devon, my hope is you will Google the name, find this post that has the name all through it, and see that I am clearly stating that I am NOT THAT Michelle Devon, and you’ll move along to find the person who scammed you. Best of luck to you and so sorry this happened – but it wasn’t me!

To everyone else, have a fantastic day!

Love and stuff,
Michy

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5 comments to I’m Not THAT Michelle Devon

  • Jennifer Walker  says:

    LOL that is really unfortunate! I did worry about keeping my real name for my pen name since it’s so darned common, but in the end I like people knowing it’s me. However, people googling me have found me to be a prostitute (or maybe she’s a stripper), a photographer (which I’m so not), and all kinds of other things. I suppose there are so many, most people know better than to assume I’m the stripper just because we have the same name. :)

  • Michy  says:

    There is also a singer and a basketball and tennis players with your name too, Jennifer!

  • JM Van Horn  says:

    That is most unfortunate but very interesting how you came up with your pen name.

    On a side note, my sister had the same problem but under her married name. The police came to her door one night with an arrest warrant because the ‘other’ person had written several bad checks.

    The kicker was the lady was 10 years older than her, 125 pounds heavier and was of another race.

  • Michy  says:

    When I was a kid, I shared a first and last name with a black girl in my jr. high. She was two years older than me. She got caught one day skipping school, and they called MY parents because I was in 7th grade, so I came first in the card file under the last name, first name.

    So they talk to my mom about my punishment and all that, and then they say, “Do you want to talk to your daughter before we send her back to class?”

    My mom thought about it for a moment and said, “Yes.”

    So they bring out this black girl with my decidedly pale and white mom and they look at each other. The other Michelle says, “That’s not my mother.”

    My mom said, “That’s not my mom.”

    The attendance clerk said, “Are you sure?”

    Right, like we wouldn’t know who our parents are, right?

    I have to wonder though… what would have happened if my mother had not wanted to talk to me that day? Would she have waited until I got home, and then I would have denied it all, and she’d be calling me a liar, and I couldn’t prove it ’cause the school was closed… that could have been a mess!

  • Angela Young  says:

    Wow, you do know how to have fun! Great stuff for future laughter (by you) and now for us. Angie

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