John was sorting through a bunch of memorabilia last night that his mother shipped down to us. She’s downscaling and cleaning out the garage.<\/p>\n
It occurred to me as I saw John’s name on various articles, awards and papers, that his name is still the same as when he was a young’un (duh, but it was the first time I’d really felt the implications of that). When I see my name on the items from my youth, it feels like relics from a different person’s life–that of the girl known as Jana Bouck.<\/p>\n
I love my married name. I love it so much that I never for a second even considered keeping my given name (it’s French, it’s short, it’s easy to spell!). But it hadn’t hit me before…the loss of continuity from my girlhood self. <\/p>\n
Jana Bouck is relegated to the dusty boxes on our storage shelves. Jana Remy is me.<\/p>\n
PS: I think this is the first time I’ve written out my first and last names on my blog. That ought to send the search engines spinning my way with greater accuracy…(hoping I won’t regret it…)<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" John was sorting through a bunch of memorabilia last night that his mother shipped down to us. She’s downscaling and cleaning out the garage. It occurred to me as I saw John’s name on various articles, awards and papers, that his name is still the same as when he was a young’un (duh, but it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1734","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-deep-thoughts"],"yoast_head":"\n