I was stepping into a role I swore I’d never take on, already gaining momentum toward the terrible goal, getting well down the rabbit hole..

I like to think the five of us drove to the 7 Floors of Hell together, by which I mean J. drove her father’s car and I sat on the passenger

Let me back up. Was I using a computer calendar ten years ago? Or was I still on Filofax? What a bizarre word, Filofax. A word that might as

Cole Closser is a graduate of The Center for Cartoon Studies and author of the graphic novels Little Tommy Lost and Black Rat.

As I stood waiting in line with a giant group of strangers, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest...

October 22, 2010 Somewhere over the Atlantic, the lights dim, and most of the cabin doses...

There’s a line, quite invisible but present that demarcates the years before and after parenthood. October 21, 2010, I’m yet to be a father.

It’s Thursday and my creative nonfiction class wants to talk about squirrels...

My elder sister returned from the States with her husband and two kids after spending many years there....

My three sons were at their dad’s down the street, sleeping in their childhood rooms...