Tracy Kornet's Blog

I've got college on the brain. In particular, how much it meant to my self-image, confidence, and aptitude for (relatively) intelligent conversations throughout my adult life. It also sparked a blog I wrote this morning for our station site (  Tracy's Blog: Dream Big  ) which happened to elicit an email from the dean at SMU's Lyle School of Engineering. In it, he shared a "gentle correction." I am just honored he read it. Which is how I feel about any of you reading my words right now. Thank you. How did your university shape you, if at all? Do you think it was worth the money? Or your time? Did you REALLY learn anything? Gina and I discuss our experiences in this edition of the Real Botox Diaries. I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts, too.

What a weekend. I spent Saturday in Waco watching my daughter's team take on Brittany Griner and the defending National Champion Baylor Lady Bears (so fun--and totally beatable team), followed by a full day of college interviews in downtown Dallas with my youngest son. May I just say, parenting is the most rewarding, most exhilarating, most FUN privilege on the planet! I absolutely adore my children. What an incredible gift to be their mother. There is only one major downside to the job: it requires me to eat at places where I can't resist the crap. Yesterday it was In & Out Burgers for the 10th time this month. Not kidding. My kid Luke is in love with the place. And yesterday this lactose-sensitive 44-year-old downed an entire chocolate shake and spent the rest of the day sleeping off the sugar-high in the backseat of my husband's Armada in the Highland Park Village parking lot. Classy! To top it all off, it was my husband's birthday yesterday. So after the l

Let's look at my own circle of five female friends from high school, whom I've known now for almost 30 years: One in 5 is single and wishes she could find a wonderful man with whom to share her life. One in 5 is gay. One in 5 has a special needs child. One in 5 is divorced. So it doesn't shock me a bit that research shows the number of American women without children is at an all-time high: 1 in 5. What does surprise me is that modern-day columnists are suggesting that children are career killers. It infuriates my friend and colleague, Gina Miller, and sparked the topic of this installment of The Real Botox Diaries. Leave a comment and tell us what you think. There's a prize at the very end if you make it all the way through.

What is it about having your makeup done by a pro that just puts a spring in a girl's step?! For the last two days, our former station makeup artist has been doing up everyone's faces for new station-wide pictures and promos. I swear, I've been walking on air. Gina and I chat about it in this latest installment of the Real Botox Diaries, along with a hint of a blog to come--a "refresh" of my home decor. My awesome neighbor helped me do it, and she is one of the most talented interior decorators I have EVER met. That's saying A LOT, as I've worked with many over the years, especially during my Phoenix years while hosting my magazine show, Sonoran Living. I will post pictures soon--and promise to share the top tips I learned from my girlfriend Kimberly. Feeling creative again (and shopping for beautiful fabrics) has absolutely ENERGIZED me! Now if I can just get this post-flu body exercising again...

Was honored to speak to two dynamics groups of leaders at Alcatel-Lucent headquarters in Plano: The University Relations Co-op group and the Leadership Academy. I shared my career journey and the key values that, for me, have helped make for a fulfilling career and family. Gina and I talk about one such passion we share whole-heartedly in this edition of the  The REAL Botox Diaries  ! Enjoy!

Thursday afternoon my darling doctor Jenny shared the results of my flu test: "flaming positive" for Flu Strain B. I've never had an official case of the flu before, so I figured I'd be up and at 'em as soon as the Tamiflu kicked in. Well, it is now Monday morning and I'm still fighting this ridiculous cough and lethargy. What a butt-kicking this flu turned out to be! I now have a much greater understanding of the stories we're reporting. How a delicate child or elderly person handles the violent fever and coughing fits that come with this illness, is beyond me. I will assure you this: it pays to get your flu shot several times over. Not only is Tamiflu upwards of $100/prescription ($25 co-pay with good insurance), but the number of missed work days and possible ER visits could really set a family back financially. I usually drag the whole family down from Argyle to get our annual immunizations here at the station. However, this year I happened t

So I coughed up a lung between commercial breaks today. At least I made it to work, which is truly one of my happy places. (Especially now that Gina Miller and I are squeezing in a little girl time with these quirky, spontaneous tapings of The Real Botox Diaries.) In today's installment we talk go-to foods, work-life balance, and I get a little mushy on the mommy front. Would love to hear your thoughts on "healthy selfishness," too.

I can't speak or swallow today. So I'm out for the count, sipping on green tea and sleeping off this fever. To stay consistent, here's another entry from the REAL Botox Diaries with Gina and Tracy, tackling the conundrum of what to wear to work?  Meanwhile, I'm staying in my PJ's all day. Hope to see you tomorrow!

From staying sane to to keeping slim, stylish and relatively wrinkle free-- this is the diary of two working TV moms. Here are most of the links we mention in this chat session: Jeff Jamison goes viral Gina Miller's blog Hermes Wallpaper Clothes Mentor.com Cashmere Eye Shadow

Check out my colleague & "It Girl" Gina's fabulous blog.

“One of you will definitely not be dancing in the new video.” Tracy, Andi, Michele Rene & Kaley at Train “Pat couldn’t shake the image of one of you.” “Someone on the front row has no rhythm.” If you’ve seen the infamous Seinfeld episode, or worse, your husband or friends call you “Elaine,” you know little is more mortifying than finding out you just can’t dance. Except this--hearing that sentiment from your record dude friend who is a trusted confidante of the lead singer of Train, after Pat Moynihan himself spots you dancing with your girlfriends at his Dallas concert. “Oh my gosh. Is it me? Am I Elaine?!” our friend Andi squealed in horror, after what will be forever remembered as The Night of the Greatest Ever Train Concert in Dallas. We girls are still trying to throw Andi under the bus, but honestly, I think Pat was talking about me.   Just in case, from now on I will be limiting my vaudeville moves in public! Post-concert with lead crooner, Pat Moyn

The lights dim and the video rolls. Out from the tunnel the team emerges. There is my Nicole, dressed in red University of Oklahoma warm-ups, curled hair pulled back in a ponytail with a thick, black headband to hold it all in place. I watched my daughter play an official home game as a Sooner last Sunday night. It was the first I’ve been able to attend so far this season. She played wonderfully. And I didn’t shed a tear! Afterwards our family went to dinner and proceeded to engage in passionate conversation, which is simply  a nice way of describing our typical Kornet loud, often confrontational, dialogue. We usually linger for a good hour almost every time we gather around the table as a family, talking religion and sports, stories from school, questions about sex, drinking, and other tricky topics. And we laugh. A lot. But during this particular talk fest, I found myself feelings things I’d never felt before: I witnessed my daughter maturing right before my

I feel like I’ve been in a time warp. This is my first day back to work since Christmas Eve, and it feels like a couple of months. On my drive in this morning, I kept the phone down and radio off, sifting through the events of the last two weeks. I retraced my activities and conversations, seeking any emotional epiphanies or breakthrough mom moments which might possibly inspire a blog. I got nothin’. And I realized, therein lays the beauty.   This break was truly a break.   My two college kids had only 5 days off from basketball practice, as the season is in full swing. So other than some last-minute Christmas shopping, I stayed home, hung out with them, and didn’t “rush” anywhere. The morning after Christmas our Phoenix friends, The Flynns, flew in and stayed through New Year’s. The house filled with perpetual conversation, laughter, lots of coffee and Diet Coke, and loads of meat.   Seriously. I think we made one salad the whole week. Sure, my workouts suf