One of my journalism mentors once said that stories — especially feature stories — are empathy machines. I couldn't agree more. I read, and write, to walk in someone else's shoes, even if for a brief moment.
Though I love venturing out from time to time into the quirky and humorous, I have a penchant for writing stories about social, food, and environmental justice, as well as art, exile, and immigration.
And, I'm always looking for new and exciting stories to tell. Let's connect.
I was born behind the Iron Curtain to a family of political dissidents. We escaped when I was still very little, crossed by foot — and by miracle — Check Point Charlie from East to West Berlin, and defected to the West in Paris. Some of my earliest memories are of that very journey, and of the tanks we left behind in the streets of Warsaw, and of lilac trees. I grew up as a child refugee on political asylum in France and Canada. I've experienced and witnessed autocratic rule, military violence, exile, poverty, hunger, discrimination, and injustice, but also the generosity and kindness of strangers.
I've lived in 11 countries, so far — France, Poland, Canada, Mexico, India, Italy, the U.K., Zambia, Hungary, Hong Kong, and the U.S. — visited over 70 others, and trekked through mountains on four continents. Our planet and our world are, indeed, magnificent, and some. I am European, I am North American, and I am, also, from all the places I once called home.
Today, I live in the high desert of New Mexico, and work as a journalist, writer, and editor. I am also currently back doing grad coursework to retrain as an investigative and narrative journalist.
Ah, and my official name is Anna, but everyone who knows me calls me Ania — which translates to Little Anna — and I hope you will, too.
— Anna Prawdzik Hull