RYAN RINGDAHL

Fourteen years ago this February, my mother died. I was 29 and utterly unprepared to deal with the eventuality. See, my mother and I had had a fairly contentious relationship. It was no secret that I was her least favorite child. She once said to my face, "I'm your mother, and I love you. I have to. But I don't like you, and if you were someone else's child, I wouldn't let you around my children." I won't belabor all the ways she made my childhood hell, but suffice to say, we

I ran into a post the other day that was praising a local Mexican food chain up here in Seattle, Taco Time, and I felt a pang at the realization that of all the things I miss about Tucson (apart from the people I grew close to during my time there, who I miss even more dearly), the culinary treats the city offered are pretty high on the list. I was gonna just post a snippet in reply, but I decided I needed a more thorough response, so here we are. After some reflection, these

For the last couple of years, ever since I finished writing my debut series, I've been working assiduously at finishing an epic series I...