We MOWs don’t give statistics of any sort. A MOW cannot be classified, categorized, labeled or typed. So I can’t tell you my age. I will say that I think of myself as 32, which is perfect for me. And, of course, I am a widow.
As a child I was part of a song and dance team: Beverly Jean and Connie Jean. We were seven-years old, just the same size, and both with long dark curls. We were a sensational little act, even if (offstage) Beverly Jean was a sassy little turd. (I was precious and sweet.)
With a troupe that performed weekly for the USO and many other local events, it was really professional training. And we had fabulous professional costumes, the biggest thrill for me since I adored garbs (still do). I spent my kidhood swathed in old curtains, lace tablecloths or any old fluff I could get, and loved playing dress-up. Even did my toenails.
Destiny was preparing me for later life, when I would create Constance Feathers’ One-Woman Extravaganza With Comedy, Song & Dance, through, which I would have an affair with The count, a wedding in a Swiss castle, and multi-misadventures in his cow-haunted barn in France.
Way before that, as a mother, I was very fulfilled raising my divine daughters, Rosalind and Mia Pennell, and loved being at home. I could never have been a showbiz mom, since I could never have left them if they had the slightest sniffle. Family has always come first and always will.
So I had no idea of performing until after my mid-life divorce, when the girls were grown. Even then, I only worked in the San Francisco Bay Area. Hollywood could wait. (If I had Faced the Facts, I would have gone to work for HP, with perks and retirement, but oh, I’m so glad I didn’t.)
I had thought I would be married for life, so perhaps there were things I had to prove to myself, and I’ve had some rough times. But if I had gone for the safe, secure life, I would have felt I never really lived at all.
I don’t think much about the past. I live in the now and am fired up about the future! Tomorrow I get the training wheels off my Harley!