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Casey Roonan

Casey Roonanis an illustrator, cartoonist, and art educator based in Providence, RI. In 2015 he collaborated with RISD Adjunct Professor Clara Lieu and Thomas Lerra from WGBH to help develop ArtProf: a free, online educational platform for visual arts. Since 2017 he has worked as an instructor at RISD|CE, teaching Drawing and Design Foundations as well as Editorial and Comics Illustration courses.

Stories By Casey Roonan

The Gruesome and Heroic Afterlife of Peter the Dog

The grisly murder of Athol McCowan gripped a sleepy coastal region in Australia. But even more shocking was how the killer’s exhumed pet dog served as star witness in the trial.

How Helping a Stranger With a Severed Finger Saved My Life

I was suicidally depressed, until a bloody emergency reminded me what I'm capable of.

Grooving to the Oldies at New Orleans’ Temple of Uncool

Tourists love the legendary jazz clubs. But if you really want to know NOLA, step back in time aboard a retro riverboat casino docked just off an interstate near the airport.

How Ray Charles Convinced Me to Be His Stand-In

I met the music legend as a journalist, and before I knew it, we'd grown close – close enough that when reporters interviewed him, I answered the questions.

My Father Worked Proudly for Both Parties at Seven Inaugurations. I Can’t Stand Trump — But I’ll Be There For Dad.

From Reagan to Obama, Dad taught me that patriotism transcends partisanship.

Step Inside Madam Jones’ Bawdy Blue House of 19th-Century Pleasure

When Maine became the first state to pass Prohibition in 1851, supporters dreamed of a pine-strewn moral haven. One freethinking former seamstress had other ideas.

Did I Kill Anyone in Iraq? The Truth Is, I’ll Never Know.

In the murky world of modern warfare, I'm far from the only one who wonders if any of my bullets ever took out a civilian.

My Family’s House Burned Down…Twice. Then the Bank Took It Away.

After years of rebuilding our beloved house (then doing it all over again), my parents had nothing left. But by that time I’d realized home is more than four walls.

That Time I Hit a Parked Car—and Just Walked Away

Recently divorced, extremely broke and terrified of yet another bill, I was shocked to learn of my own capacity to shirk responsibility.