Tracy Kornet's Blog

My friend Sharon just called. It is so rare to have a phone conversation these days, the simple act of breathing and swallowing between sentences feels like a refresher course from 1989 scuba diving training. We both confessed we often don't hear from each other for weeks sometimes, simply because we are too Debbie Downer to enter anyone's world. So we just shut up and shut down. Go off the radar. For me, that pretty much describes the past 24 hours. It started with a 3:30am airport run (did you read that, folks? 3:30 A.M.!) to send my husband and oldest son off to Maui. Luke and the Vanderbilt Commodores play in the prestigious Maui Invitational basketball tournament all week. I am happy for my whole family; sad for me. (We are in the last 3 days of a ratings period, so I have to stay in Nashville.) I will confess, this text from my daughter almost made it ALL better. I've felt anxious about this week alone for at least the last 3 months. It's likely why

The Commodores are playing in the Championship game of the Maui Invitational, baby! Even better? After seeing my son Luke on television last night, I heard from my very best childhood friend in the whole wide world. It was 10:45pm her time. She was visiting her parents in Florida and sent me a short email saying hi. I immediately called her back at her childhood home number--one of the few I can still remember! I LOVE this woman. Friends Forever, even if we only see each once per decade! Stacie Beth lived right across the street from my Tampa home in Carrollwood Village. My childhood home; Stacie lived right across the street In the heart of summer, I would spend weeks at her house. She always had chocolate in her pantry and perfectly organized, matching containers in her fridge. I wanted her dad to be my dad. The only photos of me in childhood dance recitals, came from him. When he and her mom would go out to dinner, they would kiss me goodbye too. She sa

My precious Nicole I was reading through scripts for Friday night's newscasts, when an epiphany started to wash over me.  Weekend wine train plans with my Nashville girlfriend were unexpectedly cancelled, and I found myself free with no commitments.  I jumped on aa.com and looked for frequent flier flights to California.  My heart had been yearning to see my daughter. To check in on her new life in LA. To make sure she is as happy as she claims to be.  There were seats available. I texted Nicole about the possibility. Since she can't travel with her team this year, I knew she'd be in town.  "Sure, come on out," Nicole texted back. Her follow-up texts were a great indication she is really just fine, mom. "And can you bring a vacuum? I spilled makeup on my carpet." Followed by: "You're bringing a TV for my room. Right?" LOL. I booked my ticket for 6am the next morning. Late that night things got