Tracy Kornet's Blog

First promo shoot at the house I should know better by now that keeping my feelings inside is not a good idea. I could rattle off several words to describe the roller coaster of emotions I've experienced since moving to Nashville--like excitement, creativity, homesickness, thrill, regret, boredom, and anticipation. I tend to vacillate among them every two hours or so. (My poor husband!) Our first Vandy football game in at least 20 years! So today I am determined to count my blessings while blogging, hoping this catharsis will not only clear my mind but get my writing juices flowing again. (I can't wait to start on-air next Tuesday night!) I told my new boss I'm so used to running around with my hair on fire--scrambling to write stories when the video's in late or racing from shoots in Dallas to the studios in Fort Worth--that I haven't known what to do with myself during these 2-3 weeks of behind-the-scenes transition in Tennessee. I swear, I almost ...

My last newscast in Texas, 9-4-14 Sometimes you leave a job because it simply stinks. Sometimes you leave cause you can't stand your boss. Sometimes you leave because you feel no purpose in what you do. It's for NONE of those reasons I am leaving CBS11. With the fabulous teary-eyed Tammy Dombeck With love and genuine affection for my awesome friends, colleagues, and viewers, after eight amazing years here, it is time to head toward home. If you've followed this blog for any length of time, you will have noticed some recurring themes: I absolutely adore my children; I love my job; and I crave new adventures. But lately my bubbling joy hasn't been bubbling so much. I've deeply missed the greater sense of purpose my children have added to my life, with the five of us crazy Kornets living in four different states. So when this happened--the  last-minute-hea...

Courtesy: 20th Century Fox I saw Planet of the Apes last night and truly enjoyed it. Laughed at the "Monkey Braveheart" moments but really relished the heck out of the special effects. Plus, there is something powerful about seeing the soul through a simian's eyes. The whole experience helped me embrace a reality to which many of us can relate: being a second banana. My fabulous 4pm teammates! I'm pretty sure we've all felt that way at some point in our careers. In the news business, it's just part of the deal. I'll be honest with you, I've always preferred playing the lead--have needed the attention, the money, the LOVE in most seasons of my life. But then I had kids. And then they got older. And boy, did my desires evolve. When my children transitioned to junior high and high school and we moved to DFW, being Second Banana was sweetly convenient. I was hired as the 7-9pm main anchor of our independent station ...

I'm getting really good at this moving thing. I've done it 8 times in the last 4 years--once for me and the rest while helping my three kids. Moving John to college 4 years ago I don't know about you, but my parents never helped me haul my crap in and out of dorm rooms and apartments. My kids not only get their parents' free help, but we load them up with housewares and furniture, too. Moving John OUT of college, 4 years later  They really have it good. And you know what? It's awfully good for me, too. All of this lifting and packing and scrubbing keeps me grateful. Grateful I'm healthy and young enough to do it. Happy our children even want us around.  Thrilled to have a reason to make so many purposeful road trips and spend quality time with each individual kid. Taking a break mid-move on Nicole's bed, spray-tanned legs with albino feet intact  My husband just moved our oldest son into his first, ...

Shopping for picnic lunch on the grounds of Versailles For three weeks now I've been reflecting on one of the most exhilarating trips of my life--a girlfriend trip to France and Monaco.  I have yet to post a blog about it, because I can't seem to land on one theme. My thoughts are log-jammed. So much stimulation in such a short time is hard to sift through. Plus, I continue to question what's been missing from my life to have made this trip so profoundly fun--not to mention how I might replicate the experience in daily doses back here at home.  Taking off for Nice, France I just stumbled upon some notes I took during our seven-day adventure, about one particular afternoon I had almost forgotten. We girls were heading to the artists' colony of Montmartre for the day, and my friend was craving a mocha. One of my extroverted travel companions struck up a conversation with an American woman at Starbucks. ...

On the CBS11 set with the talented Doug Dunbar When you work in news, March Madness means you might do the late show well after midnight. This year I don't really mind, since it is helping me pass the time until my daughter plays her First Round NCAA game tomorrow against DePaul at 12:30pm. It can't get here fast enough!  Courtesy: University of Oklahoma   This has been a tough year for my #1 Sooner, Nicole Kornet. A learning year. A growing year. She's battled back and is on the other side now. I am so very proud of her. So this text message today TRULY made my day. She sent it to the family after practice at the uber-cool Cameron Indoor Stadium at Duke University in Durham, NC: Please ignore the fact I once again took a screen shot with the edit prompts. (I'm a loser.) Nicole said basketball is FUN! And she loves it! As a musical theater/dance team/sorority girl, I give these college athletes so much credit. On top...

Saved by my daughter's college friends at the Big 12. I'm just going to admit it: I am not good at being alone. Basketball games are enveloping the Kornet clan this spring break. So I'm working odd hours and filling in for vacationing co-workers. Without commotion and conversation in my life, I get into a funk...fast. Today I brought my workout clothes to work, to "encourage myself" to stop at the gym on the way home. Did I go? Heck to the no. It was such a gorgeous day. So at least I did take the dog for a walk. And at least I changed into my fore-mentioned workout clothes before I did so. But then I crashed. I opened up all of the sliding glass doors on the back of the house, plopped on the couch, and crashed. It was no later than 7pm. Folks, that is not normal. Scratch that. As stressed and isolated as we Americans are becoming, perhaps it is becoming normal. But it's certainly not healthy. At least it's not healthy for me. I ev...