Admirers all around the world wished they were the stunning Debra Winger when Naval Officer Zack Mayo snatched factory worker Paula into his arms and whisked her from her place of employment in a classic romantic tale.
The iconic moment from the romance drama An Officer and a Gentleman, in which Richard Gere portrayed the dashing hero in navy whites, Officer Zack Mayo, became the standard for romantic tales for daydreamers.
Acting beside some of the sexiest men in Hollywood made Debra Winger the envy of many.
Winger, who is 67 years old, is still stunning today. Winger has shared pictures of herself on Instagram throughout the last few years; initially, she had brown hair, but now it is a naturally wavy gray.
Winger played Drusilla, the younger sister of Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman, in the popular TV series Wonder Woman (1979). Her first major role came in the 1976 film Slumber Party ’57. Winger was requested to make more appearances, but she declined out of fear that the role would mold her into a certain mold.
The emerging star would have a lucrative early 1980s and had no regrets about that choice.
She was nominated for multiple Academy Awards and Golden Globes during the peak of her early career for her roles in three classic 1980s films.
She costarred with John Travolta in Urban Cowboy in 1980; at the time, he was making fans go crazy with his slick dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); she also played Emma in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played a dying young woman with an overbearing mother named Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine, and as Paula in An Officer and a Gentleman (1982).
Despite her enormous success, Winger took a brief break from acting to focus on other projects. Over forty years after her ascent to fame, rumors about her departure persist.
The majority of these rumors center on Winger’s conflicts with her co-stars.
Despite the fact that Winger reportedly had enough of the attractive Gere on the set, fans couldn’t get enough of him.
As stated in a passage from co-star Louis Gossett Jr.’s book “An Actor and a Gentleman,” which ABC News published, “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off.” They were too close to one another to have remained apart.
Additionally, according to Gossett, Winger didn’t think highly of Gere’s acting and once called him “a brick wall.” She also called Taylor Hackford, the film’s director, who she did not like, “animal.”
Not just the characters in the movie bothered her.
MacLaine was a gorgeous, quirky, and seasoned veteran who contrasted with Winger, who was a free spirit both in real life and in her part as Emma.
Their romance began with that first meeting.
In a People interview, MacLaine stated, “I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats to see how my character would feel.” “Debra was there, wearing a miniskirt and combat boots.I exclaimed, “Oh my goodness.”
According to People, “In fact, the set turned into the origin of Hollywood’s most cherished rumors.” Winger desired first place. It was said that one slugged the other.
Subsequently, the two women faced off at the Oscars after receiving nominations for best actress.
“I deserve this,” MacLaine declared in her acceptance speech as she took the award home.
Despite the rumors, Winger maintains that she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for private, not for work-related, reasons.
“I didn’t care for the parts that were about to happen. That was something I had already done or experienced. I required a challenge. I totally embraced the challenge that my life presented to me, Winger said to People.
MacLaine was a gorgeous, quirky, and seasoned veteran who contrasted with Winger, who was a free spirit both in real life and in her part as Emma.
Their romance began with that first meeting.
In a People interview, MacLaine stated, “I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats to see how my character would feel.” “Debra was there, wearing a miniskirt and combat boots.I exclaimed, “Oh my goodness.”
According to People, “In fact, the set turned into the origin of Hollywood’s most cherished rumors.” Winger desired first place. It was said that one slugged the other.
Subsequently, the two women faced off at the Oscars after receiving nominations for best actress.
“I deserve this,” MacLaine declared in her acceptance speech as she took the award home.
Despite the rumors, Winger maintains that she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for private, not for work-related, reasons.
“I didn’t care for the parts that were about to happen. That was something I had already done or experienced. I required a challenge. I totally embraced the challenge that my life presented to me, Winger said to People.
We can’t imagine a Hollywood without Debra Winger and we hope she soon gets to take home an Academy Award! What are your favorite Winger movies?
Acting alongside Hollywood’s hottest men, Debra Winger was the envy of many.
Today, Winger, 67, is as beautiful as ever. In the past few years, Winger has posted photos herself on Instagram, first with brown hair and now to a natural wavy gray.
Winger’s first starring role was in the 1976 film Slumber Party ‘57, which led to a part on the hit TV series Wonder Woman (1979), where she played Drusilla, the younger sister to Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. Winger was asked to appear more often but concerned she’d be typecast by that role, she declined.
There were no regrets for that decision, the early ‘80s would be prosperous for the rising star.
At the height of her young career, she received numerous nods from the Academy and Golden Globes for performances in three iconic movies of the 1980’s.
In 1980, she starred in Urban Cowboy, with John Travolta, who at the time was driving fans wild with his smooth dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); as Paula in An Officer and a Gentleman (1982) and in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played Emma, a dying young woman with an over-bearing mother, Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine.
Despite her huge success, Winger, carving hours from her acting schedule, took a mini Hollywood hiatus, and more than four decades after her rise to stardom, speculation of why she left is still circulating.
Most of these rumours revolve around the feuds that Winger had with her co-stars.
Though fans couldn’t get enough of the handsome Gere, it’s been widely reported that Winger had enough of him on the set.
According to an excerpt published on ABC News from the book, “An Actor and a Gentleman,” by co-star, Louis Gossett Jr., who played Sgt. Emil Foley: “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off. They couldn’t have stayed farther apart from each other.”
Gossett also claims that Winger didn’t think much of Gere’s acting and wrote that she once described Gere as “a brick wall.” And, the film’s director, Taylor Hackford, whom she also did not like, she referred to as “animal.”
It wasn’t only people on that film that ruffled her feathers.
Winger, a free spirit in real life and in her role as Emma, also clashed with the prolific MacLaine, a glamorous, eccentric and seasoned veteran.
Their first meeting set the stage for their relationship.
“To see how my character would feel I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats,” MacLaine said in an interview with People. “There was Debra dressed in combat boots and a miniskirt…I thought, ‘Oh my goodness.’”
People writes, “Indeed, the set became the source of Hollywood’s most relished rumors. Winger wanted top billing. One reportedly slugged the other.”
And then, the women were pitted against each other in the Oscars when they were both nominated for best actress.
MacLaine, taking the trophy home, said in her acceptance speech, “I deserve this!”
Rumors aside, Winger insists she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for personal reasons and not professional.
“The parts that were coming, I wasn’t interested in. I’d already done that or I’d already felt that. I needed to be challenged. My life challenged me more than the parts, so I dove into it fully,” Winger told People.
After starring in the 1995 romcom Forget Paris with Billy Crystal, Winger took a six-year break.
In that time, she moved to New York City and shifted her focus to actor Arliss Howard, whom she married in 1996. The pair have a son, Gideon Babe, who was born in 1997, and she is stepmother to Sam, Howard’s son from a previous marriage. She also has another biological child, Noah Hutton, whom she mothered while married to her first husband, Timothy Hutton (1986 to 1990).
She reappeared in the 2001 film Big Bad Love, that was directed and produced by her husband, who also co-starred alongside Winger and Rosanna Arquette, who’s next project was 2002 film Searching for Debra Winger. As director of the documentary, Arquette attempts to answer why Winger temporarily abandoned her career at peak performance.
Winger gained some momentum with roles in Rachel Getting Married (2008) with Anne Hathaway, the 2017 romcom The Lovers, and the crime-comedy, Kajillionaire (2020).
In 2021, she was in With/In, Volume two of the anthological drama film, in the segment Her Own, which is written and directed by her husband, who also co-stars.
“I don’t know what Hollywood is. I’m living under the freaking sign now, and I just stare at it and laugh. Los Angeles is a place, but the idea of Hollywood doesn’t really exist for me,” Winger said, adding, “…although there must be some in-crowds that I just don’t know about.”
Without Debra Winger, we couldn’t imagine Hollywood, and we hope she wins an Oscar soon! Which Winger films are your favorites?
My Grandson Visited Me on National Grandma’s Day — What He Prepared for Me This Time Made Me Go Pale
When my grandson walked through my door on National Grandma’s Day, I expected tulips or chocolates. Instead, he brought something that made my heart race — and not in a good way. What he asked of me left me frozen, but what came next was something I’ll never forget.
They say you can feel it in your bones when something’s about to change, and let me tell you — I felt it that day.
It started like every other National Grandma’s Day, the one day I hold closer to my heart than my own birthday. My grandson, Jordan, has always made it special. Ever since he was a boy, he’s been my little ray of sunshine, showing up with chocolates, tulips, or just those three words that mean the world to me: “I love you, Grandma.”
But this year felt… off.
A sad older woman looking outside the window | Source: Midjourney
I’m Teresa, by the way. I’m 60 years old, widowed, and I live alone in the apartment my late husband, Walter, and I bought back in our early days. It’s not much, but it’s home. It holds memories, creaky floorboards and all. And Jordan, bless his heart, has been my greatest comfort since Walter passed five years ago.
I woke up that day, feeling that familiar buzz of excitement. I brewed my tea and sat by the window, keeping an eye on the street below.
Jordan is 22 now, but he’s never been late on Grandma’s Day. Never.
Yet by 10:10 a.m., my tea had gone cold, and the quiet in my apartment felt heavier than usual.
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“Where are you, my sweet boy?” I whispered to myself, my trembling fingers tracing the delicate china cup. Memories of Jordan’s childhood danced before my eyes — his first steps, his laughter echoing through these walls, and the way he’d curl up next to me during storytime.
Each memory felt like a knife twisting in my heart as the minutes ticked by.
I tried not to let my mind wander too far. Jordan has his own life, of course — a job, friends, all the things young people juggle. But I couldn’t shake the uneasiness and nagging thought that something was different. I kept telling myself, “Don’t be silly, Teresa. He’ll be here.”
My hands began to shake slightly. Was it anxiety? Or something deeper, something my heart was trying to warn me about?
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And then, around 11 a.m., just as I was refilling my tea, I heard the key turn in the lock. My heart skipped a beat.
“Jordan?” I called out, relief washing over me.
When the door opened, though, he didn’t look like himself. His smile was gone, replaced by a tightness in his jaw. He wasn’t carrying flowers or chocolates. He was holding something behind his back, and his eyes darted away from mine.
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“Oh, my Jordan,” I breathed, sensing something was terribly wrong. “What’s happened to you?”
“Grandma,” he said, his voice low and unsteady, “do you think all these years I’ve been giving you gifts for nothing?”
I felt a chill run down my spine. Something in his tone was so unlike the Jordan I knew. This wasn’t my loving grandson. This was a stranger.
“What?” I gasped.
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He stepped further into the room, still holding whatever it was behind his back. “It’s time to repay for them,” he said quietly.
Tears welled up in my eyes. The warmth of our past birthdays and the love we shared felt like a distant dream now. What could have changed so dramatically?
“Repay?” I repeated, my voice trembling now. “Jordan, what are you talking about?”
His hand shook slightly as he pulled a folder from behind his back and placed it on the table between us. “Just… look at it,” he said, avoiding my eyes.
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The silence between us was deafening, thick with unspoken pain and impending revelation.
I stared at the folder like it was some kind of foreign object, something that didn’t belong in my home. My chest felt tight, and I could barely get the words out.
“Oh, my sweet boy, what have you done?” The words trembled inside me.
“What is this, Jordan?” I asked.
“Just… open it, Grandma,” he said, still not looking at me.
With shaking hands, I flipped it open. Papers. Legal ones. My stomach churned as I scanned the top line: Transfer of Property Ownership.
A shocked older woman holding a stack of documents | Source: Midjourney
Tears welled up unexpectedly. These weren’t just papers. These were the death warrant of memories… of Walter, of our life together.
“Jordan,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “what’s going on here?”
He finally looked at me then, his face brimming with guilt and determination. Tears glistened at the corners of his eyes. “Grandma, it’s time for you to move out of this apartment,” he said.
I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him right. “Move out? This is my home, Jordan. Why would I leave?”
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“Because you deserve better,” he said, his tone firm but his voice cracking slightly. “This place is falling apart. The maintenance is a nightmare. You’re always telling me how hard it is to keep up with everything here.”
My heart ached. Not from the suggestion of moving, but from the pain I saw in my grandson’s eyes.
“I’ve found a better place for you,” he continued, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “A little house. It’s got everything you need. A garden, privacy, space. It’s closer to me, too. You’ll be happier there. I promise.”
Close-up shot of a young man holding his grandmother’s hand | Source: Freepik
The room felt like it was closing in around me. My home — the one Walter and I had built our life in — how could I just leave it behind? Every creaky floorboard, every faded photograph was a testament to our love.
“Jordan, honey, this isn’t about the apartment, is it? What’s really going on?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture so reminiscent of his grandfather that it made my heart ache. “Grandma, I’ve been watching you,” he admitted. “You’re not happy here. You don’t say it, but I can see it. I just want you to have a fresh start. Somewhere peaceful.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he handed me his phone before I could say a word.
“Look,” he said, his voice breaking. “Just look.”
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I glanced at the screen. It was a photo of a house. It was a small, cozy one with a white picket fence and a garden bursting with flowers. The kind of place you see on postcards.
“This is it,” he said softly, a tear rolling down his cheek. “It’s yours. I’ve already arranged everything.”
I stared at the phone, the picture blurring as tears welled up in my eyes.
The house looked almost too perfect like a dream carefully constructed to heal wounds I didn’t even know were bleeding.
“Jordan,” I whispered, my voice catching, “you did this… for me?”
“Of course,” he said, his voice trembling with an intensity that spoke volumes. “You’ve done everything for me, Grandma. You raised me when Mom and Dad couldn’t. You gave me love, stability, everything. This is the least I can do for you.”
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My heart was a storm of emotions. And my chest tightened as the memories flooded back — his little hands clutching mine as a boy, his laughter filling this very apartment, and the way he’d always called me his “favorite person.”
“But this is my home,” I said, my voice barely audible, almost a plea. “It’s where I have all my memories of Walter. Of you growing up.”
“I know,” he said, kneeling in front of me now, his eyes pleading. “But those memories don’t live in the walls, Grandma. They’re in your heart. And they’ll go with you wherever you go.”
I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over. Each droplet carried years of love, loss, and unspoken fears.
“I just… I don’t know if I can leave it behind,” I admitted, my voice breaking like fragile glass.
An older woman overwhelmed with emotions | Source: Midjourney
Jordan reached for my hand, holding it tightly — a gesture that transported me back to countless moments of comfort he’d given me over the years.
“You don’t have to decide right now,” he said gently. “But I need you to know that this isn’t about repaying me for anything. It’s about making sure you’re safe. And happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
A million questions danced behind my eyes, unasked and unspoken.
“I just want you to be okay, Grandma,” he said softly, his voice trembling as a single tear slid down his cheek. “Please, let me do this for you. I promise I’ll renovate the apartment, make it even better, so you can visit anytime you want. It’s not going anywhere… I’ll make sure of that.”
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Two weeks later, I stood in the middle of the little house Jordan had shown me. The garden was even more beautiful in person, with roses and daisies blooming in every corner. The air smelled like fresh earth and sunlight.
“Walter would have loved this,” I thought, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips.
Jordan was beside me, grinning like a kid who’d just won a prize.
“Well, do you like it?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. The sunlight streaming through the windows felt like a gentle embrace, warming my soul.
“It’s perfect,” I said. Each word carried the weight of letting go and embracing something new, something I never thought I could.
A picturesque house with a beautiful garden | Source: Midjourney
Jordan pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly, the warmth of his embrace grounding me. “I knew you’d love it,” he said, his smile soft and full of relief.
And he was right.
I never imagined leaving the apartment Walter and I had shared for so many years, the place where so many memories lived. But as I stood in my new little house, surrounded by the most beautiful garden and the love that Jordan poured into this gift, I understood something deeply: Home isn’t about the walls or the rooms. It’s about the people who make you feel safe, valued, and loved.
Jordan had given me that — a chance to start fresh while holding onto everything that truly mattered.
An older woman with a warm smile | Source: Midjourney
What I thought was a heartbreaking moment turned into one of the greatest surprises of my life, and it reminded me of something important — Family isn’t just about taking care of each other; it’s about helping each other live the best life possible, even if it means making sacrifices along the way.
I’ll never forget how Jordan made me feel that day, especially on National Grandma’s Day. He made me feel more loved, more appreciated, and more hopeful than ever.
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