Oh, I wouldn’t say that I *never* miss. But I do what I can to get as close as possible. I really do try to put my all into the show.  I want to make sure you get all you… Read more ›

Sometimes you gotta go somewhere to make dreams come true. I know… that often means that I end up leaving you for a bit, but I try to leave something nice behind for you when I do. So here’s a… Read more ›

I really love packing.  It almost always means great things. I’ve gotten really good at it.  Whether it’s just one night or for a week, I probably always pack too much, but I’d hate to be unprepared for whatever my… Read more ›

Sometimes I fall right over. For lots of reasons.  You’ve possibly witnessed them all. But no matter why it happens, my only hope is that the right bed with the right pillows is there to tuck me into some silliness… Read more ›

My mother once remarked to the January Fairy of her ability to go sleeveless in any weather. At the time, I didn’t have that ability.  But as I have become “a woman of a certain age,” it has become much… Read more ›

I know.  It’s not the right picture. But sometimes I have to let perfect go in some places go so I can get it in others. Like nights where that rain arrives.  And it’s coming through the window onto a bed… Read more ›

I try to make you shake your stick every week. I know I do in my own way whenever we get together. That is just one of the millions of reasons I dig being with you. Hopefully this archive will… Read more ›

Who’s making who the fool? I love the nighttime.  I want to be awake for more of it.  Or at least aware of the best parts of it. Things get quieter.  The dark feels cozy.  I’m more attentive.  At least… Read more ›

It’s like a wave that comes over me sometimes. I just think about the show and I get this feeling in my chest, a little week in the knees, a bit flush in the cheeks. You’d think it was a… Read more ›

You all know by now that I love a good storm.  Almost any kind of storm. And a storm once the weather cools…well, you know that a fire is in order. Luckily I carry my own with me where ever… Read more ›

Those hours we get to share are some of the best hours I have.  If they weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t feel like there are never enough of them.  And I probably wouldn’t need to keep coming back for more… Read more ›

There’s no doubt about this kind of thing when it comes to me. You’ve read way too many of my ramblings over the years about me and rain and thunder and all that. Yet somehow these days I love it… Read more ›

That’s how it works all week. I leave you behind at the end of every episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank whether I want to or not.  And I think that you know that it’s a not. Then I… Read more ›

Everything that comes to my head to say for this post seems like too much, and you know that’s saying something. But in the spirit of my transparency of process, I will share with you, the listener, although not in my… Read more ›

You keep me up later than I would be otherwise. I stay up thinking about what I’m going to do for you next, waiting for you to tell me what you want and hoping it’s something I can give you.… Read more ›

Recently, there was a tank top sale on the facebooks.  Twelve tops for some ungodly low price. I couldn’t believe how many of you who yuk it up over at the Bubbles in the Think Tank chat group messaged me to say… Read more ›

I can barely talk when it’s happening sometimes. I might manage to get a little squeak out but ,if I somehow manage more, there’s no guarantee I’ll get out what I want to say, the way I want to say… Read more ›

You’ve heard about my beginning of the show ritual.  More accurately, you’ve probably just heard it. The show opens and I take to the mic to introduce the night’s program.  By rote, I say the same things to start every… Read more ›

Who among us doesn’t appreciate a good snuggie? In this case, we’ll take the sonic snuggle of a guest appearance by Chandler Travis and Fred Boak, our Associate Producer and Valet (when Chandler’s not using him). In studio, I felt… Read more ›

I like it when you chase me.  Why do you think I always let you catch me? You’ll do double-time to make it to me, so please take precautions. You scamper right up to me and together we take the… Read more ›

I dream a lot. Sometimes it’s a simple dream.  A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together. Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems… Read more ›

I love it when I turn around and you’re right there. Ready. Ready with your retort.  Ready to circulate in the throng of Bubbles in the Think Tank Facebook Fans.  Ready to swivel to whatever silliness spins from my sensorium. And… Read more ›

I’ve never hidden my love of cheese from you. A slice of a good hard cheese gets me churning inside.  I’m so ready for a wedge of a fine frommage I just want to spread it on my wafer as… Read more ›

I know I always call you that.  But I do it in so many different ways. Sometimes I bellow your babyness at you.  Other times I’m clamoring about your cuteness.  You know I think you’re a doll when you hear… Read more ›

You know once I hear you, I can never turn you away. What are you doing?  When will you be there?  Can we start sooner?  Why can’t it be now? Just one more song.  Stay a few more minutes.  Try… Read more ›

We’ve spoken often of the ever embiggening staff of Bubbles in the Think Tank. I guess I’m just one of those gals who always needs a little more.  A little more excitement.  A little more attention.  A little more rest. … Read more ›