Kirsten Swanson
Weekend Host | ProducerKirsten grew up listening to Utah Public Radio in Smithfield, Utah and now resides in Logan. She has three children and is currently the Saturday morning host on UPR. Kirsten graduated from Utah State University with a Bachelor's degree History in 2000, and currently studies childhood development (see previous note about children). She enjoys doing voice work, reading, writing, drawing, teaching children, and doing machine embroidery.
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When the last tap pounded the Golden Spike into place, the telegraph operators standing alongside tapped out the word DONE. Whistles blew and hats flew through the air – the Transcontinental was done but railroading in Utah had really just begun. -
As part of UPR’s Project Resilience series, producer Mary Heers introduces us to a young husband and wife who are familiar with the challenges of adapting…
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One year ago, Tim savage walked into the UPR recording booth at Promontory Summit and told us how he and his father-in-law, a lifetime steam engineer, had…
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As part of the Utah Public Radio series, Project Resilience, we hear from retired Northern Utah teacher Barbara Abbott, who remembers times she would take…
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As we bring our One Small Step series to a close, we would like to say thank you to everyone who took this journey with us. Listening is an act of love,…
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When she was 20, Clare Coonan stepped away from her traditional family upbringing. When he was 50, Scott Swain took a similar big step. This conversation…
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Amber Dubois is 34. Georgia Beth Thompson says she's chasing 80. For these women, crossing the age divide ends in a resounding cheer --"Go, girl!"This…
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While recording for One Small Step this summer, we found that crossing the divide between two strangers often began with the small step of sharing a…
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When Steve McIntyre and Maughn Gregory sat down with One Small Step, they found their life experiences as liberals living in predominantly conservative…
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While recording for One Small Step this summer, we found that two people often entered the recording booth as strangers, and left as friends. Crossing the…
