Tracy Kornet's Blog

 Homecoming 2012-2013 with my youngest son, Luke I've been in social media hiding for 3 weeks now, fearing my blabber-mouth tendencies would totally screw things up. Can't share everything for another day or two, but I can share this: A miraculous set of events has just occured in the life of my youngest son. It was March 13th when I blogged about the ongoing arguments in the Kornet house as to whether a prestigious, name-brand university is worth the money, should Luke be accepted. We believed we had found an ideal solution, thanks to some generous academic scholarships SMU awarded my future engineer. We were thrilled to know Luke would stay close to home in an esteemed, private institution with an excellent engineering school--and a Division One basketball program to boot. We were all at peace, believing this was a wonderful win-win. And then everything changed. We made a call t...

I just returned from a barely-24-hour-work trip to New Orleans. Our actual location was about an hour north of the city, so we got to sample the cuisine of a couple of fabulous places off the beaten path. The food was so delicious, and so rich, I haven't been able to eat since! But it did spur me on to exercise. Specifically, as soon as we wrapped shooting, I threw my workout clothes back on, scarfed down a couple of beignets with my photographer, then jogged through the French Quarter to burn some of it off before we caught our plane! I tell Gina about here in our latest edition of The Real Botox Diaries--along with an unusual massage I wasn't expecting. Plus, Gina shares her tips for going barefaced. By the way, if you're trying to plan your next vacation, I highly recommend New Orleans. Trust me, you WILL have stories to tell when you get back!

Thought I should follow up to my last blog entry regarding the woman for whom I've been trying find services and housing in Fort Worth. Your comments were so insightful, I thought posting them here might help someone else. But before I do that, I must share a few life lessons I've learned through this situation: First and foremost, it finally clicked in my pea brain that sometimes truly helping someone may require giving them tools and resources--and then stepping back, allowing them to use those aids. Otherwise, we can end up hurting the very people we're trying to help. Second, I learned how truly difficult it is to find affordable housing, especially if one has bad credit--even when she has a full-time job. What a struggle. It was incredibly disheartening to me, and I had access to  excellent contacts and a car! Third, and I learned this years ago from a counselor, just because someone calls you on the phone, ...