Archive | December, 2011


22 Dec

So, 11 years ago, I had this crush. (What’s new, right?) Anywho, in response to where the crush went–absolutely nowhere–I wrote a story. It was my way of catharsis, as I like to do.

I’ve decided to share this story with you! I’m largely proud of it; it was a great accomplishment for me; and…my sister wants me to share it with my readers, so I have to listen to her, even though I’m older. Each week, I will bring The Cruelty Papers (the title) to you in installments. You can find Part One here. I’d love to get your thoughts, your comments, whatever you’d like to say. Please and thank you?

Eleven years later, I have to say that my writing has changed in certain ways, but at the core, this is a definitive sample of my work. And it was nice to read this story and reminisce.

Enjoy, and be sure to let me know what you think!

p.s.: This is only the beginning of sharing my stories with you by installment. Again, enjoy!

i cannot fully describe the sheer awesomeness of it all.

15 Dec

No, I didn’t meet Ricky Schroeder. And no, I wasn’t gifted with tickets to see James Taylor perform, during which he dedicated most of the songs in his wondrous discography to me. (And brought me on stage to duet with him for, oh, all of those songs.)

This particular sheer awesomeness comes from the fact that I:

1) wrote a short essay about a certain show I loved way back in the day and tied it in with the madness and magnificence of adolescent crushes,

2) submitted it,


3) it.was.published.

[deafening, joyous scream]

It’s featured here on one of my favorite sites, HelloGiggles.

For those of you who know me, who support my writing, who support this blog and my other ones (this one and a brand new one over here!): you get it, don’t you? The sheer awesomeness of it all? That, as a writer, to see my work in a published form is pretty amazing? That when I saw my piece on HelloGiggles yesterday I wanted to do the cartwheel I never learned how to do in 6th grade gym class? That I haven’t stopped smiling? Yep. You get it. (And thanks for the enduring support. The few eyes that drift over to this tiny corner of the universe are all appreciated, although some of you don’t leave comments. Baby steps, I know.)




Sincerely, Taj

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