One of the names that springs to mind when we think of strong, accomplished women is Martha Stewart.
She is not only a well-known TV personality but also a writer, businesswoman, self-made billionaire, and former fashion model.
This amazing woman is 82 years old, but she still lives life to the fullest.
She garnered a lot of attention when she bravely posed in skimpy bikinis for the Sports Illustrated cover last year. She received recognition for her courage, amazing physique, and positive energy.
But when she recently shared some pictures from her vacation to Greenland’s east coast, one of them infuriated her supporters.
“End of the first zodiac cruise from @swanhelleniccruises into a very beautiful fjord on the east coast of Greenland,” the caption reads, beside a picture of Stewart sipping a cocktail. In fact, we managed to catch a tiny iceberg for our cocktails this evening.
Her use of the term “small iceberg” to describe her drink surely wasn’t intended to enrage her admirers, but it did make them angry.
People quickly began criticizing her article in the comments section, pointing out that she had mentioned a little iceberg at a time when the “ice caps are melting.”
One Instagram user said, “Martha, the ice caps are melting. Don’t put them in your drink.”
Another said, “I generally love Martha and the excesses of her life because he’s about beautiful gardens, homes, and food, but it’s a bit tone deaf for wealthy white people to be drinking their iceberg cocktails while the planet is burning.”
Thus, millionaires take vacations to the melting icebergs, scoop them up, and use them to keep their cocktails icy as the climate warms as a result of the riches of a few thousand people. That sentence has the feel of one from a dystopian book. Can’t make this stuff up, haha,” a third said.
“Even with global warming and ice caps disappearing, we still need glacier ice for cocktails? Discuss tone def. Been a lover for years, but lately, when I’m having trouble buying groceries, I’ve seen enough caviar that I’m out,” a fourth person commented.
Generally speaking, a lot of people adore Martha.
She claimed on the Today show, “I didn’t starve myself, but I didn’t eat any bread or pasta for a couple of months,” in reference to the Sports Illustrated cover she posed for.
“It was amazing that I went to Pilates every other day, and I’m still going because it’s that good. In any case, I lead a clean life that includes a nutritious diet, regular exercise, decent skincare, and other habits.
During her keynote address at the Las Vegas event, she also discussed the reaction of the audience to the “authentic” cover.
According to Stewart, “the response was really encouraging because it gave women of all ages the confidence to believe that they could succeed too.”
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I sent daily letters to my son from a nursing home and heard nothing back, until a stranger arrived to take me home
After my son Tyler persuaded me to move into a nursing home, I began writing him daily letters to express how much I missed him. Despite my efforts, he never replied. Then one day, a stranger came to take me home.
When I turned 81, I was diagnosed with osteoporosis, which made it difficult for me to move around without help. This made it hard for Tyler and his wife, Macy, to care for me, so they decided I should go to a nursing home. Tyler told me they couldn’t care for me because of their busy lives and insisted the house I had lived in was too large for just me.
I was heartbroken as I realized their decision was less about my care and more about wanting my house for themselves. That night, I wondered what I had done wrong. I thought I had raised a good son, but his actions felt like a betrayal. Despite my pleas, Tyler and Macy took me to a nearby nursing home, promising to visit often. I hoped that moving there might not be so bad since they would come to see me. Little did I know, Tyler was just trying to get rid of me.
Days turned into years in the nursing home. Although the staff was kind and I enjoyed chatting with other residents, I longed for my family. Without a phone or tablet, I wrote daily letters to Tyler, asking him to visit or update me, but I never received a reply.
After two long years, I lost hope that anyone would come. Each night, I prayed to return home, but I tried not to get my hopes up. One day, however, my nurse told me a man was at the desk asking for me. Excitedly, I grabbed my walker, thinking it might be Tyler.
To my surprise, the man waiting for me was someone I hadn’t seen in years. It was Ron, a childhood friend of Tyler’s who had once lived with us. He greeted me warmly and explained that he had just returned from Europe. When I told him about my situation, he looked concerned and asked me to sit down.
Ron shared that Tyler and Macy had tragically died in a house fire the previous year. He had found their house abandoned and discovered my unread letters in the mailbox. Hearing about Tyler’s death filled me with conflicting emotions; despite my anger towards him, I felt heartbroken.
Ron stayed by my side as I cried, comforting me as I mourned my son and daughter-in-law. He reminded me of how I had taken him in as a child when he was in need. Unlike Tyler, Ron had grown up poor and had lost his parents, but I had treated him like my own. Ron then offered to take me home with him. I couldn’t believe it. My own son had sent me away, and now here was Ron, who wanted to care for me. Gratefully, I accepted his offer.
That night, Ron helped me pack my belongings and took me to his new home. He had a loving family who welcomed me with open arms. In those final years, I found happiness surrounded by people who truly cared for me.
It’s important to respect your elders and recognize their sacrifices. Tyler failed to appreciate all I had done for him and chose convenience over care. Family isn’t solely defined by blood; Ron, despite not being related, remembered my kindness and chose to repay it by taking me in and caring for me.
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