Recognize her? Better sit before you learn her true identity…

Joan van Ark was born on June 16, 1943, in New York City, New York. Her parents were not connected to the film industry.

When Joan was a teenager acting in Denver, she met actress Julie Harris, and their lives would never be the same.

Julie pushed her to go to the highly regarded Yale Drama School and gain admission using a scholarship she had also set up.

This made Joan Van Ark the second-ever woman to enroll at the Drama School

She [Harris] wrote to the dean and asked him to meet me. “Long story short, my parents drove me to New Haven, Connecticut, to meet the dean, who gave me a scholarship,” Joan recalled.” It was meant to be.” Joan went on to perform in the theatre for a few years, but her real passion was in Television.

Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, and Days of Our Lives

Joan achieved enormous renown as a result of her roles in Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, Days of Our Lives, and even one Bonanza episode. But her role as Valene Ewing on Dallas in 1978 was where she first achieved great popularity. She ended up playing the most important role she has ever had.

Because of how popular the show was, Joan appeared on its spin-off, Knots Landing. a program that was actually written prior to Dallas. Dallas was initially chosen by the producers because it was the best option for portraying affluent households at the time. Joan was then forced to play the same part in Dallas instead of joining the Knots Landing cast.

13 Seasons of Knots Landing ensued for Joan Van Ark

The person who actually convinced Joan to accept the part while already working on two other projects was her husband, renowned newscaster John Marshall. There was a moment when Val Ewing’s mother was scheduled to make her television debut. Surprise, surprise—Julie Harris was chosen for the position. The person who mattered the most to her in all the world was this.

“When the producers told me they had finally last someone to play my mother, I held my breath,” she recalled in a 1984 interview with Florida Today. “I thought, ‘Oh my God, are they going to say Phyllis Diller or Zsa Zsa Gabor, or who?’ Then they said it was Julie Harris, and I went right through the roof. I couldn’t believe they had picked her to be my mother. They didn’t even know we were friends.”

327 Episodes later, Joan Van Ark was ready for new ventures

13 Seasons and 327 episodes later, Joan left a season before the show saw its final season air. She knew many blamed her leaving on the cancellation of the show, but she was ready for new adventures. “I have loved more than life the 13 years I’ve had on that show,” she said. “[Knots Landing creator] David Jacobs is a great influence on my life, has taught me so much about so many things.”

Ted [Shackelford] is the other half of every breath I take on the show, and personally, he’s a large part of my heart. The people are my family–we have shared marriages, deaths, and divorces. It’s far more difficult to leave than I thought.” Joan thereafter appeared on The Young and The Restless as Gloria Fisher.

In high school, John Marshall first met Joan, and the two quickly got married. They have a lovely daughter named Vanessa Marshall who works in the entertainment industry at the moment. After 56 years of marriage, the pair is still very much in love and leads extremely private lives away from the spotlight.

78 years old with a net worth of $10 million

At 78 years old, Joan has amassed a $10 million net worth and is still as gorgeous as ever when seen out and about in Los Angeles. She was last seen three years ago and was just seen paying for parking at a meter while wearing workout clothes and a ponytail.

She co-starred in the 2017 television film Psycho Wedding Crasher, which was her most recent and final appearance on screen.

Joan Van Ark, who has worked in the film industry for the past 50 years, has joined The Actor’s Studio as a life member. What an icon!

My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson

Mariah had been feeling less than healthy lately, causing her to admit herself to the hospital so that she could have a check-up. But in her absence, her children decided to rent out her house as an Airbnb, ready to pocket the money for themselves. When Mariah found out, she decided to teach her children a lesson.

“Mariah,” my friend Liz said on the phone, “why on earth is your house listed as an Airbnb?”

A phone opened to an Airbnb app | Source: Pexels

A phone opened to an Airbnb app | Source: Pexels

“What?” I asked, completely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Denise was looking for a house to rent for the weekend because it’s her bachelorette weekend, and she came across your house. Aren’t you still in the hospital?” she asked.

A group of women | Source: Midjourney

A group of women | Source: Midjourney

“Liz, I truly have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, looking at the IV drip away into my bloodstream. “Send me the link to the site Denise saw.”

This is how I taught my children a valuable lesson:

Recently, my blood pressure had been all over the place, causing me to faint at odd moments.

A close-up of an IV | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of an IV | Source: Midjourney

“Mom,” my son, Liam, said, “you need to get it checked out. There’s no point in going to the pharmacy and getting medication over the counter just because you think it’s going to help. You need to get everything assessed properly.”

“And you need to start eating better,” Leah, my daughter, said. “Having oats in the morning, toast during the day, and soup at night isn’t a balanced diet. You’re playing with your health. It’s time to take things seriously.”

A counter at a pharmacy | Source: Midjourney

A counter at a pharmacy | Source: Midjourney

Leah moved around my kitchen, slicing vegetables to make a salad to go along with the grilled chicken she had been marinating.

“And what about your constant headaches? It’s time to get everything checked out. You should go into the hospital and do a full check-up,” Liam said.

A plate of grilled chicken and salad | Source: Midjourney

A plate of grilled chicken and salad | Source: Midjourney

“But I feel fine, other than the headaches and dizziness; I’m good!” I retorted.

Both my kids snorted and rolled their eyes at me.

“Do it, Mom,” Leah said, pointing her finger at me.

A young woman pointing and smiling | Source: Midjourney

A young woman pointing and smiling | Source: Midjourney

I had to agree with them. I had been downplaying my health lately. I still walked every second day and did as much yoga as my body would allow during the week.

But still, there was a nagging feeling that something could be wrong.

Women at a yoga class | Source: Midjourney

Women at a yoga class | Source: Midjourney

“Just go to silence that feeling,” Liz said when we met for smoothies after our yoga class one day.

“But what if we find something?” I asked, suddenly nervous to be speaking my thoughts out loud.

“Then, we’ll deal with it together. I know that Paul isn’t here anymore, but I’m here,” Liz said. “And anyway, we need you up and running for Denise’s wedding. I don’t know how to do the mother-of-the-bride things.”

A close-up of smoothies | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of smoothies | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll go to the GP and take it from there,” I said. “If he thinks that it’s the way to go, then I’ll do just that.”

“Yes, Mariah,” the doctor said. “I think it’s a great idea for you to go for a full-body check-up. There’s nothing wrong with just knowing your health and body. And I’ll recommend a CT scan for your headaches, too.”

A doctor putting on gloves | Source: Pexels

A doctor putting on gloves | Source: Pexels

Which is how I ended up at the hospital, and how my children chose to take advantage of the situation.

“I’ll bring your lunch soon,” the nurse said, smiling at me. “You just rest after your CT scan.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I’m just going to call my best friend and catch up with her.”

A smiling nurse holding a clipboard | Source: Midjourney

A smiling nurse holding a clipboard | Source: Midjourney

Catching up with Liz meant that hearing that my children had let my house out as an Airbnb for the week that I was scheduled to be in the hospital.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” Liz asked me when I called her back after I confirmed that it was my house on the site.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I want to teach them a lesson. Leah and Liam should have known better. But Leah and her husband are always looking for ways to make extra money. I’m sure that Andrew has a gambling problem, too.”

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Liz said, chewing something into my ear.

A couple playing poker | Source: Pexels

A couple playing poker | Source: Pexels

“I want you to tell Denise to book it,” I said. “But they’ll recognize that it’s her, so she’s probably going to need to create a new account. Do you think she’ll be okay with that?”

“Of course, she will!” Liz said. “Anything for you. But then what?”

“I’m getting discharged tomorrow,” I said. “But the kids think that I’ll be here until the end of the week. So, let them think that they’re going to make some money off the place.”

A close-up of a woman's IV and hospital band | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of a woman’s IV and hospital band | Source: Midjourney

“You want Denise to rent the place, but you want to mess it up?” Liz chuckled. “That’s devious.”

“No, my children are devious,” I said.

I hung up the call, and the nurse brought my lunch to me, ready to leave me alone to eat while she did her rounds.

A tray of hospital food | Source: Midjourney

A tray of hospital food | Source: Midjourney

If I was being honest, I didn’t know how I felt about my children’s betrayal. But it hurt me to imagine that while I had been away at the hospital, my children were perfectly fine with having strangers take over my home.

“What were they thinking?” I asked myself.

They hadn’t given a second thought to people using the mugs I had hand-painted, or people sitting in their father’s worn armchair. Paul has been deceased for a few years now, but it still felt like his chair.

An armchair in a living room | Source: Midjourney

An armchair in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“No,” I said to myself. “I’m going to get back at these kids.”

The next morning, I was discharged with a clean bill of health, despite warnings to keep my stress down.

“And keep an eye on your cholesterol, Mariah,” my doctor said. “Eat lots of green leafy vegetables.”

Leafy vegetables on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

Leafy vegetables on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

I drove myself to Liz’s house, where I was going to wait for Denise to meet me with the keys to my house.

“Are you sure about this?” Liz asked, making me a cup of tea and buttering a lemon and poppy seed muffin.

“Yes,” I said. “And this way, they’ll truly have to feel accountable for their actions.”

A cup of tea with a muffin | Source: Midjourney

A cup of tea with a muffin | Source: Midjourney

I went home a few hours later. There was something different about the house. The smell was different, and I knew for sure that someone else had been staying there.

There was a sweet perfume scent that took over my usual woody-scented house.

I had a long shower, ready to wash away the scent of the hospital that clung to my skin. I was ready for a long sleep in my own bed.

A comfortable bed | Source: Midjourney

A comfortable bed | Source: Midjourney

For tomorrow, the fun began.

The next morning, I made myself some breakfast and dutifully took the array of vitamins and supplements that the doctor had given me.

Then, I began to pack away all of my appliances.

Appliances in the trunk of a car | Source: Midjourney

Appliances in the trunk of a car | Source: Midjourney

“Where are you going to put everything?” Liz asked me when she came over.

“I’m going to put some into the trunk of my car, and we can hide the rest in the garage for now,” I said.

Together, Liz and I emptied out the house, leaving only the old toaster behind.

“Come on,” Liz said, linking her arm in mine. “Let’s get you out of here.”

An old toaster in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

An old toaster in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I waited until Friday, staying with Liz. And then I drove myself home that afternoon.

“Hi Mom!” Leah said excitedly when she saw me pull into the driveway.

“Hi, honey,” I said, taking out my bag from the backseat.

We walked into the house, and there were entirely new appliances all over my kitchen.

A kitchen with new appliances | Source: Midjourney

A kitchen with new appliances | Source: Midjourney

“What’s all this?” I asked, pretending to be shocked.

“Liam and I thought that you deserved new things!” Leah said, looking at the floor as she spoke.

“No, you didn’t,” I said. “You came back to my home when your guest was supposed to check out and you found everything gone.”

Leah stared at me with her mouth open.

A shocked young woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked young woman | Source: Midjourney

“You know?” she said.

“Of course, I do!” I exclaimed. “I took everything! You needed to be taught a lesson. Why would you let my house out?”

Leah blinked slowly.

“Mom,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry. Andrew and I thought that it would be a good idea because it seemed like a great opportunity to make some extra money. Liam said that it was okay as long as nothing was broken.”

A close-up of a young woman | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of a young woman | Source: Midjourney

“Darling,” I said, hugging her. “You can’t do this. If you and Andrew need money, you come and talk to me about it. Don’t do things like this. It’s going to ruin our trust.”

My daughter smiled and took my bag from me.

“Come,” she said. “I’ll make you some tea with the new kettle. I’ll return everything else tomorrow. And the money is all yours.”

A fancy kettle on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

A fancy kettle on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

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