When Taj was of a very young age, his parents told him a hard truth: their small town ice cream delivery man had been fired for embezzling cash, and they would no longer be getting Neapolitan at home.
In the aftermath, Taj knew he had to find a way to make sense of the world. He decided to tell stories.
The son of a homebuilder and a teacher, Taj grew up in a tight-knit New England hamlet. His childhood years exploring vast woods and tending moss gardens kindled his imagination. At age 14 Taj traveled to Alaska with his father to build a timber frame mansion. Surrounded by moose, volcanos, and the midnight sun, Taj met a vagabond millionaire who taught him crucial life lessons about what to do if he ever won the lottery.
Taj returned to Massachusetts with a new life goal.
He joined a lo-fi rock band to make his fortune and hit the road on a four-state tour, playing seaside dive bars and prominent middle schools. They broke up after a gig at the now-defunct CBGB. Without a record deal or any winning lottery tickets, Taj decided to make his millions the old fashioned way: he enrolled in film school.
He journeyed to SouthEast Asia to hone his skills at NYU Tisch School of the Arts. The experience exposed Taj to eye-opening cultures and otherworldly cities, but also sparked a renewed interest in his roots: a tiny town in the woods with a duplicitous ice cream man.
Taj returned to his hometown and began writing a body of work fusing the craftsmanship of his father’s timber frame homes with the reflection of his mother's nature poetry. Across genres, Taj writes dark, character-driven stories that illuminate the secrets lurking in small towns, big cities, and deep within ourselves.
Taj currently lives and works in Hanoi, Vietnam. He now eats ice cream whenever he wants, but is still no closer to making sense of the world.