The actress who played Peggy Bundy on “Married… with Children” once revealed that the sitcom’s irreverent tone almost made her think it would fail. But the show’s success not only changed her career but also coincided with her journey into motherhood.
When “Married… with Children” first premiered, its brash humor and unconventional characters set it apart from other sitcoms of the time. At the center of the show was Peggy Bundy, the sharp-witted and fashionably over-the-top matriarch, brought to life by an actress who had first made her mark as a singer before turning to acting.
The actress pictured in 1986 | Source: Getty Images
While her on-screen persona exuded comedic confidence, the actress’ personal life was filled with challenges. In the early 1990s, during the height of the show’s popularity, she endured the loss of her first child. Over the years, however, she went on to raise three children, each with their own creative aspirations.
The actress photographed in California, in 1990 | Source: Getty Images
From Singing Waitress to Peggy Bundy – A Look at Her Career
Before her breakthrough on “Married… with Children,” the actress pursued a music career. She worked as a backup singer for industry icons like Bette Midler and Etta James, showcasing her vocal talents long before stepping into the spotlight as an actress.
The singer and actress performs on April 20, 1994 | Source: Getty Images
She even worked as a singing waitress, where she entertained diners with live performances of songs like “Brown Eyed Girl.” Despite her charm and musical talent, she jokingly recalled mishaps, such as spilling blue cheese dressing on customers while serving tables.
The actress and singer-songwriter, circa 1987 | Source: Getty Images
Her transition into acting came unexpectedly. She was approached to audition for “The Mary Tyler Moore Show,” despite not actively seeking acting roles. “Are you kidding? I’m not even looking for a job as an actor. I’m a musician,” she said at the time.
The actress pictured on May 29, 1990 | Source: Getty Images
Still, her talent stood out, and the opportunity kick-started her acting career, leading to several roles before her big break. In 1987, she landed a role on “Married… with Children.” The sitcom was unlike anything else on television at the time, with its edgy humor and untraditional portrayal of family life.
Part of the “Married… with Children” cast pictured in Los Angeles, in 1988 | Source: Getty Images
As Peggy, she quickly became known for her bold fashion, big hair, and quick wit. In a 2021 interview, the actress recalled that for the first three seasons, she styled her own hair.
It wasn’t until the show’s growing success that the network provided her with a wig, signifying their investment in her character’s iconic look.
She also remembered the moment she and her co-star Ed O’Neill realized the show had become a hit. While on a promo tour, they participated in a parade, where fans cheered and waved at them enthusiastically.
The actress and Ed O’Neal pictured on the set of “Married With Children” in 1987 | Source: Getty Images
“We thought nobody was gonna really watch it because it was so irreverent and so not like anything else on TV,” she said. But the show went on to air for 11 seasons, solidifying Peggy as one of the most memorable characters in television history.
During the height of the show’s popularity, the actress experienced a heartbreaking tragedy that profoundly shaped her journey into motherhood.
The Heartbreaking Loss of Her First Child
In October 1991, the actress experienced a devastating loss when her daughter, Ruby, was stillborn at nearly eight months. At the time, her pregnancy had been written into the show’s storyline, but following the tragedy, it was removed and later dismissed as a dream sequence.
The loss was a deeply traumatic event for the actress, who later revealed her struggles with coming to terms with what had happened. She shared that she initially blamed herself, questioning whether she had overworked during her pregnancy or overlooked signs of illness.
“This is what they say about stillbirth, that 60 percent of it is God’s will and there’s no medical reason—and that’s what I was told. And I just couldn’t let go of the control of somehow, [the notion that] I had done something wrong,” she recalled.
For months following the tragedy, the actress rarely left her home except to visit doctors and psychic healers, seeking answers and comfort. It wasn’t until a close friend offered her a spiritual perspective that she began to heal.
The actress poses for a photo in 1988 | Source: Getty Images
“Sometimes we have these little souls that come in and out [of our lives], and their mission is completed,” her friend told her. This perspective, she said, gave her solace and helped her begin to move forward.
In the years that followed, she went on to become a mother to three children, but Ruby’s memory has remained a significant part of her life story.
The Eldest: Sarah White
Three years after the loss of her first child, Ruby, the actress welcomed her daughter Sarah Grace White in 1994. Sarah is now 30 years old and has pursued both acting and music. She studied drama in college and spent time abroad in London, which she later credited for helping her grow as a performer.
In 2015, Sarah made her screen debut in FX’s “The Bastard Executioner,” a series created by her stepfather, Kurt Sutter, and one in which her mother also played a role.
Sarah humbly acknowledged the connection that helped her land the part, describing it as “a little nepotism,” but also as a dream come true.
In addition to acting, Sarah has pursued a music career, releasing her first single in October 2022. Fans have often commented on Sarah’s appearance, leaving comments such as, “Wow, she is beautiful,” and “A beauty like her mom!!! 
” on social media posts featuring her.
The Middle Child: Jackson White
Born in 1996, Jackson is the actress’ second child and has become a rising star in Hollywood. Although he was initially discouraged by his mother from pursuing acting until he turned 18, Jackson eventually followed his passion and gained widespread attention for his work in film and television.
The actress with her children Sarah and Jackson attending the premiere of the film “Shrek 2” on May 8, 2004 | Source: Getty Images
After briefly studying music at the University of Southern California, Jackson realized that college wasn’t for him and turned to acting. He made his debut in 2019 with HBO’s miniseries “Mrs. Fletcher,” which earned him recognition as a breakout star.
His mother proudly celebrated his success, sharing a post on Instagram with the caption, “Proud of him. The boy.” Despite her initial advice to pursue another career, the actress supported Jackson’s path in Hollywood.
Reflecting on his mother’s words of wisdom, Jackson admitted with humor, “It didn’t really work—I was still pretty childish in my early 20s—I’m still childish.” With Sarah and Jackson both carving out creative paths, the youngest sibling has grown up in a family deeply rooted in the arts.
The Youngest: Esmé Louise Sutter
In 2007, the actress and her husband, writer-producer Kurt Sutter, welcomed their daughter Esmé Louise via surrogate. At the time of Esmé’s birth, the actress was 52, and Sutter was 43. Although still young, Esmé has grown up surrounded by her family’s creative influence and achievements.
She frequently appears in her mother’s Instagram posts, drawing positive reactions from fans. In May 2023, her mother shared a photo of Esmé with the caption, “My beautiful Esmé.” Fans left comments like, “Oh, she’s like your mini-me,” “She’s so stunning,” and “She’s grown so much from her days at JAG.”
Whether sharing Esmé’s youthful charm, Jackson’s Hollywood breakthroughs, or Sarah’s creative ventures, the actress’ family photos continue to captivate fans, reflecting the life Katey Sagal, 70, has built beyond her iconic TV roles.
On my way home from work, I witnessed a man publicly humiliating his wife – I couldn’t tolerate it and decided to teach him a lesson
As I trudged home, my mind cluttered with work stress, a venomous shout pierced through the city’s hum. In a park, a man viciously berated his tearful wife while bystanders did nothing. Driven by anger, I knew I had to stop the abuse.
You ever have one of those days where everything feels like it’s piling up? Yeah, that was me, walking home from work on a Tuesday evening. Deadlines looming over my head for the new marketing campaign, my boss breathing down my neck about the quarterly report—life was a grind, and I was feeling every bit of it.
I couldn’t wait to get home to my wife and kids, to shed the stress of the day, and immerse myself in the comfort of family.
I could already imagine the scent of my wife’s cooking, and the excited yelps and yells of my three kids as they chased each other around the yard. The eldest boy was getting a little old for such games now, but he indulged his younger siblings.
I heaved a sigh as I looked up at the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting long, dramatic shadows over the bustling streets. Kind of beautiful, if you stopped to think about it. But who has time for that when you’ve got a million things on your mind?
I was halfway home, thinking about the mountain of work waiting for me after dinner. I felt a prickle of guilt as I pictured my wife’s disappointed frown.
She hated it when I brought work home with me, but what else could I do? There wasn’t enough time during the day and my boss was a dragon. If I didn’t keep up with my workload… A loud, angry voice that sliced through the usual city noise distracted me from my depressing thoughts
It wasn’t just some random shouting—this was the kind of venom that makes you stop in your tracks.
I followed the sound, curiosity and a bit of dread tugging at me, until I found the source in a small park. There, under an old oak tree, was a scene straight out of a nightmare.
A man was standing near a bench, absolutely berating a woman. She stood before him, her face hidden by her hair as she hung her head. Even from a distance, I could see she was shaking.
I was filled with outrage as I marched across the street to the park. Just as I drew closer, the man’s voice cut through the city noise once more.
His voice was harsh, full of anger, and his gestures were wild and aggressive.
“You’re useless! Can’t you do anything right?” he shouted, his face inches from hers. “Everything that’s wrong in my life is because of you! I should’ve never married you. You’re pathetic!”
The woman flinched at his harsh tone, further fueling my own anger. How could anyone treat their partner like this? It made no sense to me, but as I watched him reach out to her, I knew I couldn’t let this spectacle continue.
His arm swung out, knocking her purse to the ground. The contents scattered, but she just stood there, head bowed, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling. It was gut-wrenching.
And I wasn’t the only witness. The usual crowd of people heading home from work or out to have fun walked by, casting disapproving glances but doing nothing to intervene.
Typical, right? Everyone knows something bad is happening, but nobody wants to get caught up in it.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he yelled, grabbing her arm roughly.
“You think anyone else would put up with a worthless thing like you? Think again!”
That was it. My blood boiled. I could feel the anger rising in me, a burning need to do something.
I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, but then the man shoved her. Without even thinking about it, I switched from my phone to my camera and started recording everything.
The video started just as she fell. I captured the moment he kicked dirt at her, and the horrible names he screeched while doing it.
I also moved closer, ensuring I got a clear shot of his face and the woman’s distress. It was all valuable evidence, but it wasn’t enough. I had to divert his attention before he hurt her.
“Hey, you!” I yelled. “Smile for the camera.”
The guy whirled around. He froze for a moment, watching me like he couldn’t figure out what I was doing. The moment it clicked, he turned his fury toward me.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snarled, marching over, his face twisted with rage.
“Documenting your behavior,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “This kind of abuse can’t go unchecked.”
He paused, realizing what this meant. For a split second, I saw fear flash in his eyes. Then, he lunged at me.
I stepped back, keeping my phone out of his reach. “Touch me, and I’ll make sure the police see this,” I warned. “Do you really want this video going viral?”
By this point, others had started to notice. Phones came out, people began recording from different angles.
The abuser looked around, realizing he was surrounded by witnesses. His bravado started to crumble.
“You people have no right to stick your noses into my private affairs,” he yelled, shaking his fist at the crowd.
“You have no right treating this woman like this,” I retorted. “Whatever shame you feel is your own making.”
He rounded on me then and for a moment; I was certain he would tackle me. I was caught completely off guard when he turned and marched back to the woman instead.
She stared up at him in terror. I moved closer, ready to jump in if he tried to hurt her.
He snatched up her purse and dropped it near her feet. “I’m sorry honey, okay? Now get your stuff and let’s get out of here.”
He held out his hand to her, and the woman flinched. He then reached to grab her, but myself, and several other bystanders yelled at him to get away from her. The man looked around at all of us and hunched his shoulders.
“Fine,” he snapped.
He turned and shouldered his way through the crowd, his tail between his legs.
I hurried up to the woman and crouched nearby. “Are you okay, ma’am?”
The woman looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears of relief and gratitude. “I think so. Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, ma’am, I’ve probably interfered in your life enough for one day, but you can’t carry on living like this. I don’t know your story, but if your husband treats you like this in a public space…” I let out a deep sigh as I contemplated my next words.
“I’m concerned for your safety,” I eventually added. “And I want you to know that you’re not alone, okay? There are people out there who care, people who can help you. You deserve better than that.”
A few bystanders started to gather around us, offering words of support and solidarity. It was heartening to see, after the initial apathy. One older woman with kind, wise eyes approached and held out a business card.
“I’m a lawyer, ma’am,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring. “If that man gives you any more trouble, I want you to contact me immediately.”
The woman burst into tears as she took the card and clutched it against her chest.
“Thank you,” she said between sobs.
The woman nodded, her expression firm and determined. “I already called the police and they should be here any minute, okay? I’m going to stay with you until this is all cleared up.”
The woman nodded.
When I finally got home, I felt an odd mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. My hands were still slightly shaking as I uploaded the video to social media, hoping it would inspire others to take a stand against abuse.
The response was overwhelming. Within hours, the video had gone viral. It drew attention from local news outlets and sparked a widespread conversation about public intervention in cases of domestic violence.
Comments and messages of support flooded in, praising my bravery and condemning the abuser’s actions.
A few days later, I received a message from the woman I had helped. She told me she had found the courage to leave her abusive husband and was now staying with friends, getting the support she needed to start a new life.
She thanked me for my intervention and shared her plans to seek legal action with the help of the lawyer who had offered her assistance. Reading her words, I felt a profound sense of relief and accomplishment.
Reflecting on the whole experience, I couldn’t help but feel proud. My actions had not only helped that woman escape a terrible situation but had also reminded everyone present that they have the power to make a difference.
It was a powerful realization, one that I hoped would inspire others to act when they saw someone in need.
When I told my family about what had happened, their reactions filled me with warmth. My three kids looked at me with wide eyes, admiration shining in their expressions.
My wife, always my rock, hugged me tightly.
“I’m so proud of you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You showed everyone what it means to stand up for what’s right.”
As I sat with my family that evening, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. The incident had reinforced the values I wanted to pass on to my children: courage, compassion, and the importance of standing up for others.
Life is full of moments that test our character, and this one had shown me just how impactful individual actions can be.
In the end, that Tuesday evening wasn’t just another day. It was a turning point, a moment that reminded me—and hopefully others—that we all have the power to make a difference, no matter how small our actions might seem.
And sometimes, those small actions can change someone’s life forever.
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