Following her role in “Crocodile Dundee,” Linda Kozlowski gained international recognition. Co-starring alongside Paul Hogan, the film marked a significant turning point in her career. However, after the “Dundee” series and a few other appearances, Kozlowski gradually stepped away from the Hollywood limelight.
Born on January 7, 1958, in Fairfield, Connecticut, Linda Kozlowski pursued her passion for acting by enrolling in the renowned theater program at the Juilliard School. After completing her degree in 1981, she made her debut in various off-Broadway productions. Eventually, she transitioned to minor roles on Broadway and television, including the television movie “Death of a Salesman,” where she acted alongside Dustin Hoffman.
Linda’s journey to stardom had its challenges. She moved to California after working as a waitress following her role in “Death of a Salesman.” During this time, Dustin Hoffman, who had become her mentor, and his wife offered her a place to stay in their Malibu beach house. It was from there that Linda embarked on an audition that would change her life forever.
Dustin Hoffman recommended Linda for the role of Sue Charlton in “Crocodile Dundee,” a role she auditioned for successfully. The film’s success was monumental, grossing over $320 million on a $10 million budget, making Linda Kozlowski a star virtually overnight. Interestingly, her fame was more pronounced in Australia initially due to the film’s early release there.
Despite her newfound stardom, Linda didn’t feel she received the attention she deserved in Hollywood. She continued to act in the “Crocodile Dundee” sequels but turned down many offers for roles that typecast her as the girlfriend of a comic actor. Linda decided to step away from acting altogether after the third “Dundee” film.
In her personal life, Linda Kozlowski found love with her co-star Paul Hogan during the “Crocodile Dundee” series. They got married in 1990 and had a son named Chance in 1998. However, their marriage ended in 2014.
Following her divorce from Paul Hogan, Linda Kozlowski chose to live life on her own terms. She received a substantial settlement and decided to shift her focus. Her attention turned to Morocco, where she met Moulay Hafid Baba, a native tour guide. Their connection was immediate, leading to a significant life change.
Together, Linda and Moulay Hafid Baba established the luxury travel agency Dream My Destiny in Marrakech. They create unique travel itineraries tailored to their clients’ preferences. Linda’s life had transitioned from Hollywood to the enchanting landscapes of Morocco.
While Linda Kozlowski may have stepped away from the acting world, her legacy as Sue Charlton in “Crocodile Dundee” lives on. At 63 years old, she has chosen to embrace her adventurous and fulfilling life in Morocco. She finds real life more rewarding than fiction, focusing on her role in the travel industry, where her intuition, honed during her acting career, plays a vital role in creating memorable experiences for others.
MY HUSBAND LEFT ME WITH KIDS AND ALL THIS HEAVY LUGGAGE TO GET HOME ON MY OWN WHILE HE HUNG OUT WITH FRIENDS – THE LESSON I TAUGHT HIM WAS HARSH.
The roar of the airplane engines faded into the background as I stepped off the plane, two tired toddlers clinging to my legs. I scanned the crowd, expecting to see Tom, my husband, his familiar smile a welcome sight after a long flight. But he wasn’t there.
I called him, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring. Finally, he picked up, his voice casual, almost breezy. “Hey, honey! How was the flight?”
“Where are you?” I asked, my voice tight. “You were supposed to pick us up.”
“Oh, right!” he said, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Mike called. He’s in town, and we decided to grab a drink. Just for a few hours. You can manage, right?”
“Manage?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Tom, I have two toddlers, a stroller, and three heavy suitcases. I can’t ‘just manage’!”
“Come on, it’s just for a few hours. You can manage,” he replied again, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his voice.
I hung up, my anger a burning ember in my chest. He had abandoned me, his family, for a few hours of drinks with a friend. I felt a surge of resentment, a feeling that had been simmering for years, now boiling over.
The next few hours were a blur of chaos. I struggled to wrangle the kids, their tired whines echoing through the airport. I wrestled the stroller, a monstrous contraption designed to fold with the dexterity of a Rubik’s Cube, and lugged the suitcases, each one a testament to the sheer volume of “essential” items toddlers require.
By the time I finally made it home, I was exhausted, my body aching, my patience frayed. But as I collapsed onto the couch, a plan began to form in my mind. Tom had underestimated me. He had assumed I would simply accept his dismissive attitude, his blatant disregard for my time and effort. He was wrong.
The next day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I packed a small bag, kissed the kids goodbye, and left a note on the kitchen table.
“Gone to visit a friend. Will be back when I feel like it. You can manage, right?”
I drove to a nearby spa, a place I had always wanted to visit but never had the time or money for. I spent the day indulging in massages, facials, and manicures, reveling in the quiet solitude.
I turned off my phone, ignoring the barrage of calls and texts from Tom. I wanted him to experience what I had experienced: the feeling of being abandoned, of being taken for granted.
The next day, I went shopping, buying myself a new outfit, a pair of designer shoes, and a luxurious handbag. I spent the evening at a fancy restaurant, savoring a delicious meal and a glass of wine.
I returned home late that night, to find Tom pacing the living room, his face etched with worry. The kids were asleep, the house a mess.
“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice laced with anxiety.
“Out,” I replied, my voice cool.
“Out? All day? All night?”
“Yes,” I said, “I needed some time to myself.”
“But… but the kids,” he stammered. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“You managed,” I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and a dawning realization. “You… you did this on purpose.”
“Yes, Tom,” I said, “I did. I wanted you to understand what it feels like to be left alone, to be taken for granted.”
He looked down at his feet, shamefaced. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think…”
“That’s the problem, Tom,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “You didn’t think. You assumed I would always be there, always manage, no matter what.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I understand,” he said. “I won’t do it again.”
I looked at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. I saw genuine regret, a flicker of understanding.
“Good,” I said. “Because I won’t tolerate it again.”
From that day on, Tom was a changed man. He became more attentive, more considerate, more appreciative of my time and effort. He learned that partnership meant sharing the load, not dumping it all on one person.
And I learned that sometimes, a little bit of payback can go a long way in teaching a valuable lesson.
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