Maia WiklerFinding Breath in ResistanceI clutched my side, in excruciating pain. It felt like the sharp bones of my ribs were puncturing my lungs with each inhale. My breaths…Jun 2, 2017Jun 2, 2017
Maia WiklerWhere the Roots Run DeepI grew up in Philadelphia where the night sky is a dusty grey rather than a deep black, where the only night-lights come from hazy street…Jun 1, 2017Jun 1, 2017
Maia WiklerCarbon Nullius: The Alberta AgendaIn northern Alberta, the Athabsca River flows north past boreal forest, peat and muskeg. This forested landscape and watershed are the…Jun 1, 2017Jun 1, 2017
Maia WiklerCoastal Lifeblood“I heard one day we will have to talk about salmon as something we only ate when we were young because it is no more,” an elder told me of…Jun 1, 2017Jun 1, 2017