With her blond hair & blue eyes, she was making waves in Hollywood – but look at her now

Kathleen Turner rose to fame in the 1980s with her strength and attractiveness – many consider her one of the most beautiful actresses in Hollywood.
It is this fortitude that has helped her through the many goods and bad times the actress has experienced over the years.
Kathleen Turner was reared in a home with four other children despite having a difficult upbringing. She and her siblings were raised in both Venezuela and London. She experienced tragedy when, at a young age, her father passed tragically suddenly while mowing the lawn of their Hampstead house.

The foreign service expelled Kathleen and her family from the UK a month after his death. Turner moved her family to Springfield, Missouri, where everyone was still mourning their father and their former residence..
After relocating to New York to pursue an acting career as an adult, Tuner at last experienced calm. Although she had some success on the stage, her big break came when she was cast as the femme fatale in the 1981 film “Body Heat.”
Three years after starring next to William Hurt, Turner was given a chance to co-star with Michael Douglas in the famous “Romancing the Stone.” Douglas was in a rocky separation from his wife Diandra at the time of filming, and he and Turner developed some feelings for each other.
“We were in the process of falling in love – fervent, longing looks and heavy flirtation. Then Diandra came down and reminded me he was still married,” Kathleen said.

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She eventually married the property developer from the film, Jay Weiss, in 1984. The two had their only daughter together soon after. Rachel Ann Weiss was born on October 14, 1987.
Unfortunately, the couple’s relationship began to fracture as they started raising their daughter.
“I’d make the movie companies give me long weekends or provide extra tickets so my daughter and husband could come to me. But there was a sense in the marriage the effort was all on his side, which made me feel guilty. It was one of the reasons it ended. I started to feel very oppressed. I thought, ‘Hang on a minute, you’ve done very well out of being married to me also,’” Kathleen explained.

Their marital issues reached a breaking point when Turner played Martha in the Broadway revival of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” in 2005. Acting in eight performances a week caused Turner to become exceedingly busy, and it seemed Weiss didn’t want to spend any time with her when she was at home.
Turner received a Tony nomination for her performance as Martha during that period, and the two split peacefully.
In 1987, the actress received an Oscar nomination for her performance in “Peggy Sue Got Married.” In the 1980s, she continued to make movies and appeared in a number of blockbusters, three of which starring Michael Douglas.

Kathleen, however, suffered a medical setback in the 1990s when her neck locked, preventing her from turning her head. She also lost the ability to use her hands because of swelling in them.
“It was crippling,” Kathleen said. “You stop taking things for granted when you lose them, even temporarily. What I took for granted – my athleticism, my ability to throw myself around, and just be able to move however I wanted to. When I lost that, that was a real crisis of self: who am I if I cannot do this?”
Rheumatoid arthritis, which is defined by the swelling of the lining of our joints, turned out to be the cause of her unfortunate circumstances. Chronic pain brought on by this illness can be challenging to manage.

“When it was first diagnosed, I was terrified because they said I’d be in a wheelchair,” Kathleen explained. “I thought, ‘If I can’t move, I can’t act.’ Acting isn’t just what I want to do. I was born to do it. It’s at every point of my living. The idea of not being able to do it was the most frightening part – that and the constant pain.”
As a pain reliever, Kathleen used booze and medications. Although they made it easier for her to work, her propensity for consuming vodka caused her to pass out during dress rehearsals for plays like the 2002 theatrical production of “The Graduate.”

After the episode ended, the actress genuinely entered rehab, where it was discovered that she was not an alcoholic. She was instead instructed to just keep better note of when she took her prescriptions and any negative side effects.

The actress now practices yoga and pilates to help her manage her discomfort and stay flexible.
The celebrity started to truly concentrate on her theatrical profession while managing her pain better. Although she occasionally continued to work in cinema and television, she mostly went back to her origins as she got older, even starring in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” on stage in her forties.
“Because I knew that the better roles as I got older would be in theatre, which is absolutely true, so that was a little foresight on my part of which I am justly proud,” Kathleen said.

The actress has been able to devote more time to her passions by concentrating on the theater, including volunteering for Amnesty International and working for Planned Parenthood of America.

Turner has dedicated her life to supporting other women as a fervent feminist and has done so for the majority of her life. Send Yourself Roses, Gloria Feldt’s 2008 biography of the actress, accurately depicts her ideas.

“We are the first generation of women who are financially independent. Women are going back to work,” Kathleen said. “They’re reinventing themselves. I thought I could support that, even increase that. So it has got a lot of philosophy in it and a lot of my beliefs.”

My SIL Gave Me a Garden Gnome for My Birthday – Days Later, a Lady Claimed It Was Stolen from Her Garden

My sister-in-law Emily’s birthday gift, an ugly garden gnome, seemed harmless enough. But three days later, a furious stranger showed up at my door, accusing me of stealing and demanding the return of her beloved “Rupert.” What did Emily do?!

I never thought I’d be posting here about a garden gnome that changed my life, but here we are.

It all started on my birthday. I’d been dreading the party for weeks, knowing my sister-in-law, Emily, would find some way to make it about her.

But even worse was that she acted like an idiot who had no idea she was doing anything wrong.

Woman with a silly expression | Source: Pexels

Woman with a silly expression | Source: Pexels

This year, I was determined to have a drama-free celebration. I spent the whole day decorating the backyard, hanging fairy lights, and arranging flowers.

My husband, David, was manning the grill.

As guests started arriving, I was constantly glancing at the gate, waiting for Emily’s grand entrance. She didn’t disappoint.

Two women at a decorated yard | Source: Pexels

Two women at a decorated yard | Source: Pexels

Two hours late, she sashayed into the backyard like she owned the place, wearing six-inch heels that sank into the grass with every step.

But it wasn’t her fashionably late arrival that made me frown. It was what she was carrying: the gaudiest, most enormous garden gnome I’d ever seen.

“Happy birthday, Sarah!” Emily trilled, air-kissing my cheeks. “I hope you like your gift. It’s absolutely perfect for your… quaint little garden.”

Woman leaning againts a white fence | Source: Pexels

Woman leaning againts a white fence | Source: Pexels

I stood there, speechless, as she thrust the monstrosity into my arms.

The gnome was at least two feet tall, painted in eye-searing colors, with a crack running down its side. It looked like something that had escaped from a tacky lawn ornament factory.

Did she think I was an old woman?

“Oh, wow,” I managed to stammer. “That’s… quite something, Emily. Thank you.”

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A woman with a serious expression | Source: Pexels

Emily beamed, clearly pleased with herself. “I knew you’d love it. Now, where shall we put it? I think it would look fabulous over there by the rose bushes.”

I glanced at the spot she indicated and tried to imagine this eyesore among my carefully tended flowers. No way was that happening.

“Actually,” I said, “I think I’d like to put it in the front yard. That way, everyone can see it when they drive by.”

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Home front | Source: Pexels

Emily’s smile tightened. “Oh, but,” she insisted, “I THINK IT WOULD LOOK BETTER IN THE BACKYARD. Don’t you agree, David?”

My husband held up his hands. “It’s Sarah’s gift. Isn’t it? She can put it wherever she likes.”

Emily’s nostrils flared, but she quickly composed herself. “Well, of course. It’s your decision. I just thought it would tie the whole backyard together so nicely.”

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Home backyard | Source: Pexels

“Thank you for the suggestion,” I said, “but I’ve made up my mind.”

As Emily stalked off to the refreshment table, I caught David’s eye. He gave me a subtle thumbs-up, and I felt a small surge of pride.

For once, I hadn’t let Emily’s passive-aggressive tactics get the better of me. Yes, I tended to get angry and make a scene at her crazy actions.

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Two women at a backyard party | Source: Pexels

The rest of the party passed happily, but I couldn’t help noticing Emily’s occasional glances at the gnome. Is it going to explode or something?

By twilight, the last guest finally left, and I breathed a sigh of relief. For once, Emily hadn’t managed to make everything about her, and we were able to host a normal party.

The next morning, I lugged the gnome out to the front yard. Despite its garish appearance, I had to admit it had a certain charm.

A garden gnome | Source: Pexels

A garden gnome | Source: Pexels

I positioned it near the mailbox and went back inside.

For the next few days, I actually grew fond of the gnome. I even found myself smiling at it as I collected the mail or watered the front flowerbeds.

But on the third day after my birthday, everything changed.

I was just settling down with a cup of afternoon coffee when an aggressive knock startled me. Frowning, I went to answer the door.

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A woman on a couch drinking coffee and using a laptop | Source: Pexels

A woman I’d never seen before stood on my porch, and she was red-faced and fuming.

“Can I help you?” I asked, confused.

The woman jabbed a finger at me. “YOU’RE A THIEF!” she shouted. “YOU STOLE THAT GNOME FROM MY YARD! IT’S MINE, IT EVEN HAS A CRACK ON IT! I CAN SHOW YOU A PHOTO TO PROVE IT!”

An older woman pointing her finger in accusation | Source: Midjourney

An older woman pointing her finger in accusation | Source: Midjourney

I WAS MORTIFIED. What had Emily done?!

“I… what? No, I didn’t steal anything! That gnome was a birthday gift from my sister-in-law.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed. “Oh sure! I want it back, now, or I’m calling the police!”

My face burned. “Please, there’s been some kind of misunderstanding. Let me call my sister-in-law. She can explain where she got it.”

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A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

With trembling, angry fingers, I dialed Emily’s number. “Emily? It’s Sarah. I need you to come over right away. Don’t ask why, just please hurry.”

Twenty maddening minutes later, Emily’s car pulled into the driveway. When she saw the woman, SHE IMMEDIATELY turned pale. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know.

“Emily,” I said, trying to restrain my anger, “this woman says the gnome you gave me was stolen from her yard. Care to explain?”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emily stuttered. “I bought that gnome fair and square.”

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A woman with her arms crossed | Source: Pexels

The woman snorted. “Oh really? Then you won’t mind showing us the receipt, or do you want me to call the police?”

Emily’s eyes widened. “Okay, fine!” she said, raising her hands in surrender. “I… I didn’t exactly buy it from a store.”

“Then where did you get it, Emily?” I said through tight lips. I was barely holding it together.

“Fine!” Emily threw her arms in the air. “That day, I was almost here when I remembered that I didn’t buy you anything. I saw the garden gnome in her yard. They had a tall fence, though. Then, some homeless man passed by, so I paid him $20 to get it for me…”

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A house with a blue fence | Source: Pexels

A heavy silence fell over my porch.

I closed my eyes. This was so like her!

“… and I drove off quickly when I saw her coming out of the house,” Emily continued sheepishly.

My sister-in-law was insane… and stupid.

I didn’t know what to say.

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A woman with a curious expression | Source: Pexels

But suddenly, the woman who’d come looking for her gnome burst out laughing. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she chuckled. “I never thought anyone would try to steal Rupert!”

Her laughter broke the tension. I giggled a bit and asked, “Rupert?”

The woman nodded, still grinning. “That’s what I call him. He’s been in my family for years, and everyone says he’s ugly. I was heartbroken when he disappeared the other day.”

An old garden gnome | Source: Midjourney

An old garden gnome | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so sorry,” Emily said. “I never meant to cause any trouble. I just wanted to give Sarah a nice gift because she has a pretty garden.”

I turned to my sister-in-law with surprised eyes. Maybe this was a turning point for us.

“Oh, Emily,” I sighed.

The woman finally introduced herself as Miriam, and I invited her inside for an hour of tea, chatting, and laughing about my sister-in-law’s gnome stealing.

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A woman drinking tea | Source: Pexels

David arrived home and couldn’t believe what had happened. He also apologized to Miriam for the stolen gnome, and a few hours later, he loaded Rupert into her car.

When the lady drove away, I turned to Emily.

“You know,” I commented, “weirdly, this might be the best birthday gift you’ve ever given me.”

“Honestly?” Emily asked.

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A blonde woman smiling | Source: Pexels

“Yes, it showed me that you wanted to do something nice,” I answered. “You go about life, acting in a rather selfish way. You make things about yourself and mess up often, but this time, you thought about me and what I liked, and tried to give me something I would like, too.”

“I really did!” she nodded eagerly. “The gnome was cute!”

“Yes, it was,” I acknowledged. “But maybe, next time, don’t steal from other people. You could’ve just come by without a gift.”

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A gift with a bow | Source: Pexels

Emily nodded, biting her lip.

“This was also one of the first events where I didn’t explode on you,” I continued, shrugging. “You’ve made me so mad before, but I realize now that it’s just you. You don’t mean any harm. You’re just a little misguided sometimes.”

Emily’s eyes shined on me, surprised, as if this was the first time anyone had ever seen her, the real her. “Thank you, Sarah,” she swallowed. “No one ever understands me. Everyone always thinks I do things because I want attention.”

“It seems that way often.”

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A smiling woman | Source: Pexels

“I know,” she nodded. “I want to work on that.”

So, I clapped my hands. “Okay. Let’s start at the beginning. A clean slate from now on.”

Her eyes watered and she jumped into my arms. “Sister!”

My eyes almost watered, too.

“Alright, guys,” David interrupted us, smiling. “That was fun. Emily, do you want to stay for dinner?”

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A smiling man on a front yard | Source: Pexels

“Yes!” she said, letting me go.

As we walked back into the house, I knew our family had changed… for the better… all because of a gnome.

Cheers to Rupert! Oh, and Emily bought another one from a REAL store that was much cuter. I named him, Rupert Jr.

A garden gnome | Source: Midjourney

A garden gnome | Source: Midjourney

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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