Tracy Kornet's Blog

John, Nicole & Luke on Venice Beach They burst through the door and plopped on my bed at 6 am this Memorial Day. My two handsome, long-limbed sons had just landed on the red-eye from LAX. In newly-adopted, thick Boston accents John and Luke proceeded to share story after story about the fun stuff they did while visiting their sister. I lay there in bed laughing my head off, while they deliriously recounted tales of the drunk lady on the plane, shooting baskets on Venice beach, and needing to throw up after eating the world's largest pumpkin pancakes. I felt so much like my mother. How many times would I come in from a party or high school show, plop on her bed, wake her up, and tell her all about it. My mom would be so entertained. She'd soak up every word, with this massive smile sprawled across her face. I especially loved it when my brother(s) would be in there with me, razzle-dazzling her with stupid details and uproarious laughter. Now I totally g

Mother's Day weekend wine tasting with my Johnny  Oh, these college years. They're like an insidious torture device. First, you're forced to let your kids go after the super-glue-bonding, high school years. Just when you finally get used to the quietness and same-ole, same-ole routine of you and your spouse, they come back to visit. They fill your home with hi-jinks and laughter, only to leave again. You can barely bear the silence. Then they come back for a weekend like Mother's Day and smother love and kindness all over you. Luke and John making me feel SO VERY LOVED on Mother's Day And then they leave again. And don't even get me started on May.  Luke has been out of school for almost the entire month. Luke playing the theme from The Office. Over and over and over again. I have been RELISHING the meal making, constant conversation, delightful expressions and bonus hugs. But in two days he'll be gone again. What th