Recognize her? Better sit before you learn her true identity…

Joan van Ark was born on June 16, 1943, in New York City, New York. Her parents were not connected to the film industry.

When Joan was a teenager acting in Denver, she met actress Julie Harris, and their lives would never be the same.

Julie pushed her to go to the highly regarded Yale Drama School and gain admission using a scholarship she had also set up.

This made Joan Van Ark the second-ever woman to enroll at the Drama School

She [Harris] wrote to the dean and asked him to meet me. “Long story short, my parents drove me to New Haven, Connecticut, to meet the dean, who gave me a scholarship,” Joan recalled.” It was meant to be.” Joan went on to perform in the theatre for a few years, but her real passion was in Television.

Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, and Days of Our Lives

Joan achieved enormous renown as a result of her roles in Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, Days of Our Lives, and even one Bonanza episode. But her role as Valene Ewing on Dallas in 1978 was where she first achieved great popularity. She ended up playing the most important role she has ever had.

Because of how popular the show was, Joan appeared on its spin-off, Knots Landing. a program that was actually written prior to Dallas. Dallas was initially chosen by the producers because it was the best option for portraying affluent households at the time. Joan was then forced to play the same part in Dallas instead of joining the Knots Landing cast.

13 Seasons of Knots Landing ensued for Joan Van Ark

The person who actually convinced Joan to accept the part while already working on two other projects was her husband, renowned newscaster John Marshall. There was a moment when Val Ewing’s mother was scheduled to make her television debut. Surprise, surprise—Julie Harris was chosen for the position. The person who mattered the most to her in all the world was this.

“When the producers told me they had finally last someone to play my mother, I held my breath,” she recalled in a 1984 interview with Florida Today. “I thought, ‘Oh my God, are they going to say Phyllis Diller or Zsa Zsa Gabor, or who?’ Then they said it was Julie Harris, and I went right through the roof. I couldn’t believe they had picked her to be my mother. They didn’t even know we were friends.”

327 Episodes later, Joan Van Ark was ready for new ventures

13 Seasons and 327 episodes later, Joan left a season before the show saw its final season air. She knew many blamed her leaving on the cancellation of the show, but she was ready for new adventures. “I have loved more than life the 13 years I’ve had on that show,” she said. “[Knots Landing creator] David Jacobs is a great influence on my life, has taught me so much about so many things.”

Ted [Shackelford] is the other half of every breath I take on the show, and personally, he’s a large part of my heart. The people are my family–we have shared marriages, deaths, and divorces. It’s far more difficult to leave than I thought.” Joan thereafter appeared on The Young and The Restless as Gloria Fisher.

In high school, John Marshall first met Joan, and the two quickly got married. They have a lovely daughter named Vanessa Marshall who works in the entertainment industry at the moment. After 56 years of marriage, the pair is still very much in love and leads extremely private lives away from the spotlight.

78 years old with a net worth of $10 million

At 78 years old, Joan has amassed a $10 million net worth and is still as gorgeous as ever when seen out and about in Los Angeles. She was last seen three years ago and was just seen paying for parking at a meter while wearing workout clothes and a ponytail.

She co-starred in the 2017 television film Psycho Wedding Crasher, which was her most recent and final appearance on screen.

Joan Van Ark, who has worked in the film industry for the past 50 years, has joined The Actor’s Studio as a life member. What an icon!

My DIL Threw Out My Wardrobe as It Was ‘Too Out of Date’ — My Son Immediately Brought Her Back Down to Earth

When Evelyn’s daughter-in-law donates her entire wardrobe without asking, she’s furious. But her son, Daniel, is livid. What starts as a clash over respect and boundaries transforms into a journey of self-discovery. With a little patience, Evelyn proves it’s never too late for a fresh start.

I’m Evelyn. I’m 62, a widow, a baker, and the proud mother of my son, Daniel. Since I found out I was pregnant, I knew that my baby would be my ultimate pride and joy.

Now, at 35, as he was about to marry Clarissa, I knew my patience would face its toughest test. Clarissa was a force to be reckoned with.

A woman holding a loaf of bread | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a loaf of bread | Source: Midjourney

And, honestly, I’m not sure it was in the “good way.”

Clarissa had never worked a day in her life. She loved reading fashion magazines, watching Fashion Week runway shows, and basically… shopping. She waltzed into their marriage with designer handbags, a wardrobe bursting at the seams, and opinions about how everyone else should dress.

Especially me.

After losing my husband, Joseph, I was heartbroken and deeply depressed. I stopped caring about my fashion and focused on comfortable, practical clothes that I could bake in.

A woman reading a magazine | Source: Midjourney

A woman reading a magazine | Source: Midjourney

So when Daniel introduced me to Clarissa, I greeted her in my reliable wardrobe from my 40s.

“That’s what she calls fashion?” I heard her mutter. “More like frumpy-city.”

I brushed it off.

The most important thing was my son’s happiness, not her snarky remarks.

The wedding was perfect, my sweet Daniel was marrying the woman he loved in the most beautiful romantic setting. My heart swelled with pride and joy as I watched them exchange vows.

A wedding scene | Source: Midjourney

A wedding scene | Source: Midjourney

I told myself her quirks were just that. Quirks. And chose to focus on the love they shared between each other.

Life moved forward, and inspired by the fresh start, I decided to renovate my apartment. I wanted a new kitchen, and it was time for me to do it. I wanted to bake more. And sell all my baked goods to the local bakery.

“Why not do your bedroom, too, Mom?” Daniel asked. “And what about the master bathroom?”

“It’s going to be too expensive, son,” I said. “I think I can cover the kitchen and still be comfortable.”

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“No way. I’ll cover it all! You just let me get a contractor and team in, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

I tried to refuse it all, but Daniel was adamant.

“Please, Mom,” he said. “Let me do this one thing for you. Let me do this.”

I didn’t want Daniel to go about spending money on me, especially because he and Clarissa were just starting off their lives, but there was something about his face…

A kitchen being renovated | Source: Midjourney

A kitchen being renovated | Source: Midjourney

I gave in.

Still, since space would be tight during the remodel, I asked Daniel and Clarissa if I could temporarily store some of my belongings at their house. They both agreed, saying that they had more than enough space.

I didn’t think twice when I packed my clothes and tucked it all away in their guest bedroom. I decided to stay with my sister during the remodel, so I only packed the bare minimum to take.

Boxes in a room | Source: Midjourney

Boxes in a room | Source: Midjourney

“Just stay with me, Evelyn,” Davina said. “Daniel and Clarissa are a young, married couple. They need their space. Me, on the other, I have nothing to do! I’m about to be 70, and I want to eat everything I can before my doctor decides to make my life miserable.”

And that was it.

One Sunday, Daniel invited me over for lunch. When I walked in, Clarissa greeted me with a smug smile, but I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until later, when I went to get a scarf from the guest room.

Most of my boxes were gone. My wardrobe, packed into those boxes, all gone!

Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

“Clarissa, Daniel?” I called, trying not to panic. “Where are my clothes?”

She appeared in the doorway, a picture of nonchalance.

“Oh, I donated them, Evelyn,” she said. “Your wardrobe was too out of date. I mean, honestly… It’s time you dressed properly. You’re getting on in age.”

I froze, a mix of shock and rage surging through me. Before I could respond, Daniel walked in.

A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“You did what?” he demanded. “Don’t bother lying. I heard it all from the hallway.”

Clarissa shrugged, clearly expecting him to take her side.

“She’s old, Dan!” she replied. “And she wears clothes from only goodness knows when. It’s not vintage. It’s not fashionable. Frankly… it’s embarrassing for her! If anything, I was helping.”

An angry man | Source: Midjourney

An angry man | Source: Midjourney

Daniel’s jaw clenched. He turned to me.

“Mom, I’ll fix this. I promise.”

Then, he turned back to Clarissa.

“Pack all the things I’ve bought you,” he said, his tone cold and dangerous. “I think it’s time we donate those items as well.”

Clarissa laughed nervously.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“You’re joking. Daniel. Say you’re joking!”

“I’m not,” he said. “You have no right to disrespect my mother like this. Those clothes were hers. It’s what she’s comfortable with.”

Clarissa’s face turned red as she sputtered excuses, calling him overdramatic and claiming she was just trying to help.

Her voice cracked as she pleaded.

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“I thought I was doing the right thing. I just wanted her to feel more stylish. There’s nothing wrong with comfortable clothes, but at least let them look good!”

Daniel didn’t waver.

When Clarissa refused to pack her things, Daniel calmly opened her closet doors and began pulling out the designer clothes and accessories he’d gifted her over the years.

A woman's closet | Source: Midjourney

A woman’s closet | Source: Midjourney

By the time he was finished, the room was full of neatly packed suitcases.

Poor Clarissa cried like a helpless child.

I should have felt vindicated, but seeing my son and daughter-in-law at such odds broke my heart. Daniel loved her; he had chosen her as his wife, the future mother of his children. I didn’t want to be the cause of a rift in their marriage.

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Daniel, darling,” I said softly. “Stop.”

He turned to me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Mom, she threw out your clothes without asking. This isn’t okay. None of this is okay!”

“I know,” I said, placing a hand on his arm. “But I think Clarissa has already realized her mistake. Right, Clarissa? And she donated the clothes to the needy. She didn’t just throw them out! That has to count for something.”

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Clarissa sniffled, wiping her tear-streaked face.

“I… I do realize my mistake. I wish I’d never touched your things, Evelyn. It was wrong. And I’d take it back if I could!”

Her voice wavered as she spoke.

“If someone donated all my clothes without telling me, I’d be devastated. I’m sorry, Evelyn. So, so sorry.”

Daniel crossed his arms.

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Fine, let’s have ourselves a deal,” he said. “Clarissa, since you claim that Mom’s wardrobe was unstylish, and you were so eager to fix it, you’ll be responsible for replacing it. Think of it as fair compensation.”

Clarissa’s eyes widened, but she nodded.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll buy her everything!”

Over the next week, Clarissa threw herself into the task of creating my “new look.” At first, she pushed me toward trendy outfits that I really didn’t like, but when I gravitated toward classic and comfortable styles, she listened.

Clothing in a boutique | Source: Midjourney

Clothing in a boutique | Source: Midjourney

“Trust me,” she said softly. “I’m going to… help you. I want you to feel lovely and comfortable in your own skin.”

By the end, I had a new set of beautiful clothes that made me feel confident and happy.

Something surprising happened during this time.

As Clarissa helped me shop, I saw a different side of her, one that was creative, determined, and even a little vulnerable. She admitted she’d never worked before because she didn’t know where to start, and she feared failure.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

But, don’t we all?

“You’re doing a wonderful job as my stylist, darling,” I told her one day over tea and cake. “Have you ever thought about making a career out of it?”

Her eyes lit up.

“You think I could? Really?”

“I know you could,” I said with a smile.

Tea and cake | Source: Midjourney

Tea and cake | Source: Midjourney

Now I have a brand-new look, Daniel has a more thoughtful and modest wife, and Clarissa has a budding career as a stylist. I recommended her as a stylist to my friends, and she’s already booked several clients, including her first bride!

Clarissa and I still have our differences, but something has shifted. I see more humility in her now, and even a growing respect. She takes pride in what she does and in herself.

Life has a funny way of teaching us lessons, doesn’t it?

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Clarissa may have started as an entitled young woman with too many opinions, but now she’s learning the value of respect and hard work.

And as for me?

I’m happier than ever, with a wardrobe that fits the woman I’ve become.

Everyone’s happy, Daniel included.

One Saturday afternoon, Daniel came by to visit me after my makeover was complete. He rang the doorbell to my apartment, and I opened the door wearing one of my new outfits.

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A front door | Source: Midjourney

It was a simple but elegant teal blouse with tailored trousers, just as Clarissa had planned for me.

“Mom! Wow!” he gasped. “You look amazing! I mean, you’ve always looked amazing, but, my goodness! You look so confident.”

I smiled, touched by his sincerity.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about all this at first. But… I feel good. Clarissa might’ve had a heavy hand in pushing me toward this, but I think I needed the nudge. I’d been wearing the same clothes since your father passed away.”

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

Daniel pulled back and looked at me, his face serious.

“I’m so sorry, Mom. For all of it. She had no right to touch your things. I mean, if I had been paying more attention, none of this would have happened.”

“It all happened for a reason, son,” I said. “And look, it worked out for the best. Clarissa has a career now!”

“I know, I know. Now, come on, let’s go out to eat. You look too good to stay home.”

“As long as you’re buying,” I laughed.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

After losing her son, Daniel, in a tragic accident, Janet finds herself drowning in grief and memories of the home they once shared. But when her daughter-in-law, Grace, abruptly shows up and forces her to leave, Janet is devastated. What seems like a heartless betrayal turns into an unexpected act of compassion as Grace reveals her true intentions…

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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