The Tragic Story of Jessica Lange, Who Chose to Never Marry Again

Jessica Lange, renowned for her performances in popular films such as Tootsie, King Kong, and American Horror Story, has faced numerous challenges in her personal life. Despite her success in the entertainment industry, Lange’s romantic journey has been marked by difficulty. At the young age of 21, she entered into matrimony with a photographer, only to later divorce him after a few years. Since then, the talented actress has chosen not to remarry.
Born on April 20, 1949, in Minnesota, Jessica Phyllis Lange hails from a diverse heritage. Her ancestry includes German, Dutch, and Finnish roots. Growing up, Jessica was part of a family of six, which consisted of her two older sisters, Jane and Ann, as well as her younger brother, George. Her father held the professions of both a teacher and a traveling salesman, while her mother dedicated herself to homemaking. Due to her father’s line of work, the Lange family frequently relocated, constantly moving from one city to another.

In 1967, Jessica was granted a scholarship to pursue her studies in art and photography at the University of Minnesota. It was during her time there that she encountered Paco Grande, a talented Spanish photographer, whom she eventually married in 1970. Following this, Lange made the decision to leave her college education behind in favor of a more unconventional and free-spirited lifestyle. Alongside Paco, she embarked on an adventurous expedition across the United States and Mexico in a microbus, fully embracing a nomadic way of life.

The beginning of her career in films


The couple’s daring and exciting life ultimately brought them to Paris, but as they established themselves there, their relationship started to deteriorate. During their time in the City of Light, Lange uncovered her love for mime theater and ventured into the realm of modeling. Her professional journey took a momentous turn when she caught the attention of Hollywood producer Dino De Laurentiis, which led to her debut in the 1976 remake of King Kong. In the film, she portrayed the classic damsel-in-distress character. Despite the movie’s success, her performance faced criticism from reviewers, resulting in a two-year struggle to secure another acting opportunity.
However, this obstacle proved to be just a minor setback in her professional journey. In 1982, Jessica Lange created a milestone by receiving Academy Award nods for Best Actress (Frances) and Best Supporting Actress (Tootsie). This remarkable feat had not been accomplished in more than forty years. Throughout her illustrious career, she has garnered two Oscars, three Emmys, a Tony Award, and five Golden Globes.

Her relationships never worked out.

Jessica Lange had a number of relationships in her personal life. She was married to photographer Francisco “Paco” Grande from 1970 to 1982, with the divorce being finalized in the early 1980s and involving undisclosed alimony payments. In the late 1970s and early 1980s, Lange was romantically linked with the famous Latvian ballet dancer Mikhail Baryshnikov. They welcomed their first child, Aleksandra Lange “Shura” Baryshnikov, in 1981.
1. In 1982, Lange began a romantic involvement with playwright Sam Shepard. Together, they welcomed two children: Hannah Jane Shepard and Samuel Walker Shepard. Throughout their relationship, they resided in different places such as Virginia, New Mexico, Minnesota, and New York City, until their separation in 2009.
She never married after her divorce.

Jessica Lange and Sam Shepherd were in a relationship for 27 years, yet they never tied the knot. Jessica mentioned that Sam was not very laid-back. Loyalty was also a problem for the couple, as both of them had been unfaithful to their previous partners. Sam confessed that he felt remorse for leaving his wife and child for Jessica. Jessica has openly discussed her ongoing struggles with severe depression, attributing her creativity to the well of emotions such as anguish, rage, and sadness that she experiences.
She has chosen to not let the negatives pull her down.


Following the birth of her children, her focus shifted entirely to them. She feels that they have provided her with a fresh outlook on life. “Every decision I make is made with my children in consideration. Being a mother is the most fulfilling role I have ever had,” she shares.
In spite of facing her own obstacles, Lange has dedicated herself to various charitable endeavors. She is actively involved as a Goodwill Ambassador for UNICEF. Moreover, in the early 1990s, she took in a child with special needs from Romania, showcasing her dedication to humanitarian efforts.

Jessica Lange continues to be an influential figure in the industry, consistently voicing her concerns about the gender bias prevalent in Hollywood. Recently, she showcased her remarkable talent in the movie Marlowe, marking another significant milestone in her career. Similarly, Kathy Bates, her co-star from American Horror Story, continues to captivate audiences

I Bought a $20 Couch at a Garage Sale, and It Changed My Life in a Day

When Joshua buys an old couch at a garage sale, he’s expecting nothing more than a cheap addition to his garage. But when his dog uncovers a hidden package in the couch, his life takes a dramatic turn…

A couple of weeks ago, I decided my garage needed a bit of sprucing up. I’d been turning it into a cozy guest room, nothing extravagant, just a spot for family or friends to crash.

All I needed was a cheap couch, something sturdy, functional, and, ideally, dirt cheap.

The interior of a garage | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a garage | Source: Midjourney

That’s how I ended up at a garage sale on a quiet Saturday morning.

The couch caught my eye immediately. It had faded floral upholstery, scuffed wooden legs, and the faint smell of lavender. It was perfect.

The seller, a tired-looking woman in her early forties, smiled as I approached.

A couch at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

A couch at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

“You’ve got a good eye,” she said. “I’m Kristen. This belonged to my mom. She adored this old thing. I don’t know where she got it from, but it’s been around my entire life.”

“I’m Joshua. It’s got character,” I replied, running my hand over the worn fabric. “How much are you asking for it?”

“Twenty bucks,” she said quickly. “We’re clearing out her house. She passed away six months ago.”

A tired older woman | Source: Midjourney

A tired older woman | Source: Midjourney

Her voice softened as she looked over at the house.

“It’s been hard, but we need the money for my daughter’s treatments. She’s been unwell for a while now, leukemia. We’re going to miss the garden here.”

I nodded, suddenly unsure of what to say.

A man at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

A man at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

“You know what, Kristen, I’ll take it.”

She waved over her teenage son to help load it onto my truck, and as I drove away, I couldn’t help but think I’d scored a great deal. Sure, it was just an old couch that needed a re-upholstery soon, but $20 was something.

But…I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

A couch on the back of a pick-up truck | Source: Midjourney

A couch on the back of a pick-up truck | Source: Midjourney

The moment I set the couch in the garage, my dog, Wasabi, lost his mind. He barked like a lunatic, darting around the room before zeroing in on one specific spot on the couch.

“What’s gotten into you?” I laughed, watching as he scratched at the fabric with wild determination.

Wasabi wasn’t letting up. He was practically digging into the couch with his tiny paws, and that’s when it hit me: stories about people finding hidden treasures in old furniture.

A dog sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

A dog sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

Could it really happen to me?

“Alright, alright,” I muttered, grabbing a knife. “Let’s see what’s got you so worked up.”

I made a small cut in the area Wasabi had been attacking, my hands trembling as I peeled back the fabric.

And there it was.

Bundles of cash.

A package of cash | Source: Midjourney

A package of cash | Source: Midjourney

“Holy…” I whispered, staring at the wads of bills stuffed inside the couch. My heart raced as I pulled out stack after stack, laying them on the floor.

By the time I was done, there was over $20,000 sitting in front of me.

Wasabi barked triumphantly, wagging his tail like he’d just won the lottery.

“Good job, buddy,” I said, ruffling his fur.

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A barking dog | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, I just stared at the money, my mind spinning. This could change everything.

Like everything.

Bills, savings, maybe even a dream vacation, every scenario ran through my head. But then I thought about the woman at the garage sale. Her daughter. The treatments.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

This wasn’t my money to use. This wasn’t my money to spend.

I drove back to the garage sale, the cash stuffed in my gym bag on the passenger seat. Kristen looked surprised to see me again.

“Hi! Do you remember me? I bought the couch earlier,” I said, trying to sound casual.

A bag on a car seat | Source: Midjourney

A bag on a car seat | Source: Midjourney

“Is there something wrong with it?” she asked, tilting her head.

“No, nothing at all,” I said. “I was just curious about it. Who did the couch belong to?”

Her expression softened.

“It was my mom’s, Joshua,” she said, remembering my name. “Like the house, she had it for decades. We found so many family photos with that couch in the background. Letting it go was hard, but we need the money, you know? My daughter’s very sick, I think I told you?”

A sick teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A sick teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

I nodded.

“Anyway, it was either this or sell the house.”

I shifted on my feet, uneasy.

“Your mom never mentioned saving money, did she?” I asked.

Kristen hesitated, then nodded.

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The exterior of a house | Source: Midjourney

“Actually, she did. She said she’d hidden some savings, but she couldn’t remember where. We searched everywhere. And I mean everywhere. All the drawers, closets, under floorboards, but never found anything. Why do you ask?”

“I… I think I know what happened to it,” I said carefully. “Can we talk privately?”

“Come to the kitchen,” she said. “Let’s have a glass of lemonade.”

An empty chest of drawers | Source: Midjourney

An empty chest of drawers | Source: Midjourney

In her kitchen, I placed the bag onto the table, while Kristen set a glass of lemonade down.

“Kristen, I found this inside the couch,” I said, unzipping the bag.

She peered inside and gasped.

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

A glass of lemonade on a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

A glass of lemonade on a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

“Is this… Is this… Mom’s?”

“I think it’s the money your mom mentioned. I can’t keep it. It belongs to you and your child for her treatment.”

Her hands flew to her mouth as the first tear slipped down her cheek.

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A woman in a kitchen with her hand on her mouth | Source: Midjourney

“This can pay for her treatment,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve saved her life. Mackenzie can… Mackenzie can get better. Thank you… thank you so much.”

She reached for my hands, squeezing them tightly.

“Joshua, please, let me take a picture of you. I want to remember this moment forever.”

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

“Sure, I guess,” I said, smiling faintly.

She snapped a photo, her hands still shaking.

“You have no idea how much this means to us. Thank you.”

When I got home, I found my fiancée in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables to add to the roast chicken she was preparing. I told her everything.

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A tray of food | Source: Midjourney

She listened, her expression a mix of disbelief and pride.

“You did the right thing,” Nicole said, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m so proud of you.”

The next morning, Kristen shared the entire story on social media. She described how a stranger had returned her late mother’s hidden savings, ensuring her daughter could get the care she needed.

The post went viral quickly.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney

Within hours, the comments and shares exploded. Local news outlets picked it up, and people from across the country were calling me a hero.

It felt surreal.

Then, the ripple effects began.

A few days later, I got a knock on my door. A lawyer handed me a check for $20,000 from an anonymous donor who’d been moved by the story.

A new reporter at a studio | Source: Midjourney

A new reporter at a studio | Source: Midjourney

“You gave it up willingly,” she said. “So, here you go. Use it wisely.”

A few days later at work, my boss called me into his office. He’d seen the post too.

“I wish we had more people like you on the team,” he said. “We need leaders with your integrity, Josh.”

By the end of the meeting, I had a promotion and a raise.

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

But the moment that hit me the hardest came weeks later. I received a card in the mail from Kristen. Inside was a photo of Mackenzie smiling.

Because of you, my child gets to have a future. Endless appreciation for you, Josh.

That $20 couch didn’t just change my life. It reminded me of the kind of person I want to be: someone my kids can look up to, someone who does the right thing.

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

Every time I sat on the couch in the garage, usually with Wasabi curled up beside me, I knew I made the right choice.

A month later, Nicole and I sat together on the couch in the garage, a large bowl of popcorn and a sprawled Wasabi between us. The black-and-white movie I’d picked was playing in the background, but neither of us were really watching it.

My mind kept drifting back to Kristen’s card and the picture of her daughter.

A dog sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A dog sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“I still can’t believe this all started with the couch,” I said, running my fingers along the couch.

Nicole turned to me, her face glowing in the dim light.

“I can,” she said softly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“This is who you are, Josh,” she said. “You’ve always put others first. When we met it was us volunteering as elves for the orphanage’s Christmas party. Remember how you stayed late that one time at the senior citizens’ home? To build a second wheelchair ramp?”

“That was different,” I said, shrugging.

A wheelchair ramp | Source: Midjourney

A wheelchair ramp | Source: Midjourney

“No, it wasn’t,” she insisted. “It’s who you are. You see people or animals… and they need help. And you just do the right thing without thinking about it. It’s what I love most about you.”

Her words hit me hard, and for a moment, I couldn’t say anything. I reached for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers.

“Now, we have a wedding to plan.”

A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

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Twenty years ago, a stormy night and a split-second decision to help a stranger changed both their lives forever. Celia offered James, a man at rock bottom, a warm meal, dry clothes, and hope when he needed it most. She never expected to see him again. But when James knocks on her door decades later… everything changes.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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