KTNA Studio – Dave Totten, artist

Photo by Deb Wessler

Photo by Dora Miller

KTNA Studio

KTNA On Air Studio, Jan 2013

Photo by Deb Wessler

Photo by James Trump

Winter Black-capped Chickadee

winter chickadee

Photo by Robin Song

Fish Lake morning

Fish Lake morning

photo: Robin Song


Posts from the 'Susitna Writer’s Voice' category

Susitna Writer’s Voice–A Sense of Place: “I Am From…”, by Grete Perkins

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Grete Perkins and John Baker

When Grete attended a recent Quaker Retreat, participants were asked to write about “Where I’m From…” as an introduction.  From that, came this:


I am from a line of strong-willed women, who only have two names.

I am Grete, born to Sallie, who was born to Grete, who was born to Sallie.

I have a daughter who is Sallie, who has a daughter who is Grete.

We are six generations of women who land on our feet.


Susitna Writer’s Voice–“Changes”, by Bill Was

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Fall & the Kidz cropped1


As I find myself just three months short of completing my third year in ‘The Last Frontier’ I cannot help but look back and marvel at all that has transpired across those thirty three months. Of course I knew there would be many trials and learnings when I set out from SE Michigan for Talkeetna but I also thought I’d pretty much planned for such challenges in the 18 months preceding the actual relocation. But, as is so often the case, I was surprised by the number and often the complexity of so many of the demands; in addition more than a few were totally unexpected.


Susitna Writer’s Voice–“Springtime Trip to Hatcher Pass, (Jessa’s First Trip)” by Robin Song

Sunday, May 8, 2016

the creek,April 2,2016With all the rain and ice making for a pretty dismal winter in Willow, I wanted to go see how spring was progressing in Hatcher Pass. I drove up April second, but not having four-wheel drive- when I got into slushy snow about a mile past the winter gate, I parked and switched to skis. My dogs-Lyra and Darby- were thrilled, but I soon found that the ice bridges across the creek had all collapsed and I couldn’t get out where I wanted to go. I had to pick my way along on top of the snow machine trail beside the road. That wasn’t much fun, and after about a mile and a half, I turned back. I decided to make the trip again later in the month.

Jessa,Lyra-& Darby,end of plowed rd


Susitna Writer’s Voice–StarDate Susitna, by Kathleen Fleming

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Kathleen for StarDate

Events in the night sky for the whole month of May are covered, including three celestial objects visible to late night sky observers, an explanation of why May Day is the appropriate first day of summer, the moon’s location and resulting tides, Jupiter’s movement in the second week of May, the transit of Mercury, the full moon of May, and Mars at opposition.






Susitna Writer’s Voice–“The Cheapening of American Culture”, by Bill Was

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Fall & the Kidz cropped1


An opinion piece by Talkeetna blogger Bill Was about the presidential campaign and polarized political culture, as portrayed by the mainstream media.


As this hellishly long election process grinds painfully to its conclusion I, for one, am both disgusted and exhausted by the process! Not only has it already been underway for more than a year but the overall atmosphere of the campaign continues to mine new levels of repugnance and revulsion. Civility is nowhere to be found nor is a substantive discussion of truly pertinent topics like the economy, terrorism, immigration and entitlement reform. Instead, the candidates of both parties would rather bait each other with abhorrent personal attacks. (more…)

Susitna Writer’s Voice–StarDate Susitna, by Kathleen Fleming

Monday, April 18, 2016

Kathleen for StarDate



The night sky in April: Our full moon, the planets and stars that the moon visits this week, the Lyrid meteor shower, and the lack of true darkness already(!), and an explanation of the different categories of twilight.





Correction from Kathleen:  “Nature called at 4 am Monday morning.  The bright planets Saturn and Mars were the only objects visible through the twilight, about 10 degrees above the south south east horizon.  Contrary to what I said on this week’s StarDate Susitna, Saturn and, to its right, reddish Mars were easy to identify.”

Susitna Writer’s Voice–“That Which Lurks Under the Cellar Stairs”, and “The Pitfalls of a Seven-Year Old in Love”, by Terrence Johnson

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Terrence Johnson

Two short stories about his childhood that Terrence wrote and recorded.



I grew up to the age of nine, in the fine old home which still stands at 28th and Cedar in Minneapolis Minnesota. It had once been a single-family home, a doctor’s residence, but has since been subdivided into apartments of diminished prestige. Our family resided on the main level, with my bedroom in the part which had once been an entryway. The home had old cast-iron radiators, which banged in the night and scared the daylights out of me.

Susitna Writer’s Voice–“True 21st Century Heroes”, by Bill Was

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Canine Snowplows

Talkeetna blogger Bill Was

relates how recent experiences

with chronic pain helped him

empathize with others.


After having lived what, in hindsight, was an insanely healthy life across my first 61 years I was ill-prepared when aging finally caught up with me. Sadly, I had come to take good health for granted and, as such, was not at all ready to deal with what was headed my way. (more…)

Susitna Writer’s Voice–“Not Your Ordinary Milk Cow”, part 2, by Maureen Chambrone

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Maureen and manicotti



Part one of this story left off in the middle of a long chase on a big ranch in Mexico, trying to catch up with Missy the Corrientes cow so Maureen could milk her, in a dedicated pursuit of homemade mozzarella cheese.

At this point Brandon came along on Rosie and we both rode down to the lower pasture to try and herd Missy back. She was hellbent to not get milked or, at least, hellbent to keep this exciting game going on. She broke into a gallop and Rosie and Spot followed suit, really getting into the chase. This was way more exciting than just standing around eating grass!   But Missy snubbed us all and jumped another fence into the horse pasture. (more…)