Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan’s 29-year-old daughter, Schuyler, found a special way to celebrate her mom’s 64th birthday.
On June 22, Schuyler had a beautiful wedding in the Catskills, and it just happened to be on the same day as her mom’s birthday. Schuyler, who is the twin sister of Aquinnah, was the bride in a storybook wedding.
Here’s more about Schuyler’s wedding and the sweet birthday message Michael J. Fox shared for his wife of 36 years.
Michael J. Fox, 63, and Tracy Pollan, 64, first met almost 40 years ago when they were cast as lovers on the popular TV show *Family Ties*.
Tracy Pollan remembers Michael as “very cocky” and “funny,” but she also says he had a lot of confidence back then.
At the time, Michael J. Fox was dating Nancy McKeon, the star of *The Facts of Life*, while Tracy Pollan was dating Kevin Bacon. Kevin Bacon and Tracy broke up in 1987, and he later started dating Kyra Sedgwick.
Despite these past relationships, Michael and Tracy’s on-screen romance blossomed into real love, leading to their 36-year marriage and a happy family.
Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan reconnected on the set of the 1988 film *Bright Lights, Big City*. Both were single at the time, so they took the chance and got married later that same year.
“It sounds really horrible, but it was one of those things,” Fox told People in 1989. He joked about their situation, saying, “Someone goes, ‘Did you hear that so-and-so aren’t together anymore?’ And you go, ‘Hmm, that’s too bad. Where’s the phone?’”
Just after their wedding, Michael and Tracy became parents for the first time when their son, Sam Michael, was born on May 30, 1989.
Only two years later, Michael was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. Tracy stood by him through it all, offering her unconditional love and support.
In early November 2023, Michael J. Fox appeared on CBS Mornings and talked about how his loving wife, Tracy Pollan, has been his biggest supporter for the past 35 years.
Fox shared that dealing with his Parkinson’s disease was tough because he knew it would get worse, but he didn’t know how quickly or what to expect. “The hardest part of my diagnosis was grappling with the certainty of the diagnosis and the uncertainty of the situation,” Fox said. “My wife made it clear that she was with me for the duration.”
Despite the challenges, Michael and Tracy grew their family. They welcomed twins, Aquinnah Kathleen and Schuyler Frances, on February 15, 1995, and their daughter Esmé Annabelle was born in November 2001.
Fox gives this parenting advice to other parents: “Always be available to your kids. If you say, ‘Give me five minutes, give me ten minutes,’ it will turn into fifteen, then twenty. By then, they might not be as excited about sharing what they wanted to tell you.”
Now that their children are grown up and moved out, Michael and Tracy are enjoying life as empty nesters. Michael jokes, “We get more food because they’re not here to eat it all!”
Their children are also starting their own families. On June 24, People magazine reported that Schuyler, 29, married her long-time partner on June 22 in a beautiful wedding at Hayfield Catskills in New York.
“The weather was absolutely perfect, despite the heat wave,” a source told People. “They dined under a tent, and it really looked like a picture-perfect garden party. They seemed like such an adorable, gentle family.”
Michael shared a photo of the family on a trail in North Dakota from July 12, 2015, and it shows them enjoying time together.
Recently, political commentator George Stephanopoulos and his comedian girlfriend Ali Wentworth, along with Dirty Dancing star Jennifer Grey, attended a special event. The celebration was for Schuyler’s wedding and Tracy Pollan’s 64th birthday.
Guests stayed at two beautiful places: the rustic Bluebird Hunter Lodge and the stylish Scribner’s Catskill Lodge. Scribner’s Catskill Lodge has also welcomed famous guests like Olivia Wilde and Rami Malek, known for playing Freddie Mercury in Bohemian Rhapsody.
Even though Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan haven’t talked much about Schuyler’s wedding in public, and their daughters usually stay out of the spotlight, their son Sam did share a sweet birthday message for his mom.
Sam, now 35, posted a photo of Tracy dancing with one of the twins. He wrote, “Happy birthday Teep!! I love you so much and I’m very excited that I actually get to spend the day with you!! ([Schuyler] don’t worry, your post is coming later).”
Michael J. Fox also shared a loving birthday message for Tracy on Instagram. He wrote, “In every beautiful way, it’s beautiful Tracy’s beautiful day. I love you and today will be magnificent.” He added a black-and-white photo of Tracy and signed it, “Always forever your Mike with so-much love. Happy birthday. It’s gonna be an epic day.”
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Entitled Mother on the Plane Damaged My Daughter’s iPad – She Faced Regret Quicker Than I Ever Expected
An entitled mom thought breaking my little daughter’s iPad would end her son’s tantrums. But what came next left her more panicked than I could’ve imagined. Karma works fast… even at 30,000 feet!
I, Bethany, 35 years old, never thought a two-hour flight could change so much. But there I was, settling into my seat with my five-year-old daughter Ella next to me. As the plane taxied down the runway, I breathed a sigh of relief. Ella was contentedly watching cartoons on her iPad, headphones snug on her ears…
“You comfy, sweetie?” I asked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Ella nodded, her eyes glued to the screen. “Uh-huh. Can I have juice later?”
“Of course,” I smiled, reaching for my book. “Just let me know when you’re thirsty.”
As I cracked open my novel, movement across the aisle caught my eye. A family of three had just sat down: a couple and a little boy around Ella’s age. He was squirming in his seat, whining loudly.
“I’m bored!” he wailed, kicking the seat in front of him.
His mother shushed him. “We told you, no screens on this trip. Be a good boy.”
The boy’s whining intensified, and I saw his gaze lock onto Ella’s iPad.
Oh boy, I thought. This might be a long flight.
Twenty minutes in, a tap on my shoulder made me look up. The mom from across the aisle was leaning towards me, a tight smile on her face.
“Hi there! I couldn’t help but notice your daughter’s iPad. We’ve decided to be responsible parents and not give our son any screen time this vacation. Would you mind putting that away? It’s making him upset.”
I blinked, stunned by her audacity. “Excuse me?”
“It’s just… it’s not fair to him, you know?”
I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. “I’m sorry, but no. My daughter’s using it to stay calm during the flight.”
The woman’s smile vanished instantly. “Wow, really? You’d rather ruin our family trip than have your daughter take a break from her precious screen?”
“Listen,” I said, my patience wearing thin, “she’s quietly minding her own business. Your son could do the same if you’d brought him something to do.”
The woman, let’s just call her “Entitled Mom (EM)” was visibly frustrated.
“Some parents just can’t say no to their kids these days. No wonder they all end up spoiled.”
I turned back to my book, hoping that would end the conversation. But I could feel her glare burning into the side of my head.
“Everything okay, Mommy?” Ella asked, momentarily looking up from her show.
“Everything’s fine, sweetie. Just keep watching your cartoons.”
The next hour was tense. The boy’s tantrum escalated, his wails piercing through the cabin noise.
His parents shot us dirty looks every few minutes, as if we were personally responsible for their poor planning.
“I want that!” the boy shrieked, pointing at Ella’s iPad. “It’s not fair!”
His mother leaned over. “I know, honey. Some people are just SELFISH!”
I gritted my teeth, focusing on my book. The words blurred as I tried to block out the chaos around us. Ella remained oblivious, lost in her cartoons.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted beside us. Entitled Mom had leaned across the aisle, reaching for her bag. But instead of grabbing her belongings, her arm knocked into Ella’s tray table.
Time seemed to slow as I watched Ella’s iPad slide off the tray. It hit the floor with a sickening crack, the screen shattering into a spiderweb of fractures.
Ella’s scream cut through the air. “Mommy, my iPad!”
Entitled Mom’s face lit with fake surprise. “Oh no! I didn’t mean to do that! So clumsy of me!”
But I saw the glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. This was NO ACCIDENT.
“What is wrong with you?” I hissed.
She shrugged, not even trying to hide her smugness. “These things happen. Maybe it’s a sign she needs less screen time.”
I was about to unleash a torrent of words that would make a sailor blush when a flight attendant appeared.
“Is everything alright here?” she asked, eyeing the shattered iPad.
Entitled Mom’s act kicked into high gear. “Oh, it was just a terrible accident. I feel awful!”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the flight attendant cut me off with a sympathetic smile.
“I’m so sorry about your device, ma’am. Unfortunately, there’s not much we can do mid-flight. Please let us know if you need anything else.”
As she walked away, I turned to comfort my distraught daughter, knowing this battle was far from over. But it seemed karma had other plans.
With Ella’s iPad out of commission, the boy’s tantrum reached new heights. He bounced in his seat, kicked the chair in front of him, and yanked on the tray table.
“Sweetie, please settle down,” Entitled Mom pleaded.
“I’m bored! This is the worst trip ever!”
I watched from the corner of my eye, torn between sympathy for the child and a petty sense of satisfaction at Entitled Mom’s struggle.
Ella tugged on my sleeve, her eyes still watery. “Mommy, can you fix it?”
I hugged her close. “I’m sorry, sweetie. We’ll have to get it looked at when we land. How about we read a book instead?”
As I reached into my bag for another book, chaos erupted across the aisle.
The boy, in a fit of hyperactivity, had knocked over Entitled Mom’s coffee cup. The dark liquid spread across her lap and splashed into her open handbag.
“No, no, no!” she cried, frantically trying to save her belongings.
In her haste to rescue her bag, something fell out and landed on the floor. Yikes! It was a small blue booklet. I took a closer look and gasped. It was her PASSPORT!
Before anyone could react, her son’s foot came down on the fallen document, grinding it into the coffee-soaked carpet.
God, you should’ve seen Entitled Mom’s face. It was EPIC!
She snatched up the passport, but the damage was done. The pages were soaked through, stuck together in a soggy mess. The cover was warped beyond recognition. It looked like a water-logged, soggy piece of toast.
“Ma’am?” A flight attendant approached. “Is that your passport?”
Entitled Mom nodded, speechless for once.
“I’m so sorry, but I have to inform you that a damaged passport could cause serious issues when we land. Especially if you’re traveling internationally.”
Entitled Mom’s eyes widened in panic. She turned to her husband, seeking a way out. “What are we going to do? Our connecting flight to Paris leaves in three hours!”
Her husband shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. Maybe we can explain at customs?”
As they bickered, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of malevolence.
As the plane began its descent, Entitled Mom was frantically dabbing at her ruined passport with tissues, muttering under her breath. Her son, exhausted from his earlier tantrums, had finally fallen asleep.
I leaned over to Ella, who was reading her storybook with a big smile. “Great job, sweetie! You’re a real bookworm!”
She beamed at me, her earlier distress over the iPad forgotten. “Can we bake cupcakes when we get home, Mommy?”
“Absolutely,” I promised, ruffling her hair. “And maybe we can bake some cookies too!”
A soft whimper from across the aisle drew my attention. Entitled Mom was on the phone, her eyes brimming with panic.
“Yes, I understand it’s last minute, but we need to reschedule our entire trip. No, we can’t make the connecting flight. Because… because my passport is ruined.”
I couldn’t help but overhear as she explained the situation, detailing how she’d have to go through the process of getting an emergency passport before they could continue their journey.
As we began to taxi to our gate, Entitled Mom caught my eye as we stood to disembark.
For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of remorse in her eyes. But then her son started whining again, and the moment passed.
“Ready to go, Ella?” I asked, helping her gather her things.
“Can we get ice cream at the airport, Mommy?”
“I think we deserve a little treat, don’t you think?!” I laughed.
As we made our way off the plane, I couldn’t help but reflect on the bizarre turn of events. What had started as a simple two-hour flight had turned into a lesson in karma, patience, and the unpredictability of travel.
I glanced back one last time to see Entitled Mom still frantically trying to salvage her ruined passport. It was a grim reminder that our actions, good or bad, often have unexpected consequences.
Turns out, it wasn’t just Ella’s iPad that got ruined on that flight. Entitled Mom ended up losing something much more valuable!
As we walked hand in hand towards the baggage claim, I squeezed Ella’s fingers, thankful for the perspective this chaotic flight had given me. Sometimes, the best lessons come from the worst experiences.
Have you ever encountered a nightmare neighbor on a flight? Share your own flight horror stories in the comments!
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