As a writer, who do you write for? — The best way to sell anything (including yourself) is to give the people what they want. But how do you know what people want? Every audience is different. There is a nook for almost every subject that you can think of. The problem with this approach is that, as a…

Traditional 5–7–5 syllable count haiku — early morning fog blinks and greets another day with half sleepy eyes I appreciate your support! Thank you for taking the time to read! NAMASTE! *from “When Dragons and Angels Collide” by Ann Christine Tabaka ©2017 Click here to get all of my articles, poems, and more straight to your…

Finding my family — -CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE- I have recently been contacted by another second cousin from Poland. His name is Zdzislaw Tabaka, and he lives in Oswiecim (Auschwitz), Poland. He is the grandson of Jacob and Barbara. …

A poem — Ah sweet repose of night When my mind takes flight Cares and woes of day are gone My brain is free to ponder on It is a time of peace and calm The quiet gives my soul balm The imagination now comes alive A time for stories and poems to…

Seriously, so good, and so easy! — Corn on the cob season is almost upon us (at least here in the mid-east US). I do not know about you, but there are few things that I enjoy more than a fresh, hot, buttered ear of corn on the cob in season. I grocery shop a few times…

Or at least I hope so for me! — There once was a time when the words “‘til death do us part” meant something. People did not always stay together, but they were not as likely to seek divorce and remarriage. Even my Babcia [grandmother] who ended up stuck in war-torn Poland for 15 years, left her husband when…

Incorporating images with your posts — I write most of my poems and stories from a personal point of view. Therefore, I write from a feminine viewpoint more often than a masculine viewpoint. Although, on occasion, I have been known to make my main character a male. Because of this, I tend to search for images…

A micro-poem — words paint pictures pictures speak words music sings life into everything The arts are alive. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Yet I have read poems and stories that paint the most vivid images in my mind. I have seen paintings that tell amazing stories. And music…

A poem — Where are you going? What are you doing? Who are you showing? Is it worth pursuing? On the journey of life Many questions are asked Many still go unanswered By the time life has passed Somewhere deep within us The unknown truth lies Secrets that are hidden Can take us by surprise…