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Comics for Girls: Summer Reading!

Spring! Sweet Jesus it’s finally fucking spring. We planted our seeds on the second decently warm afternoon in May in a 40mph gale but who cares: we planted seeds (sunflower, zinnia, sweetpea and echinacea). The dandelions are getting all leggy and knock-kneed and I’m realizing too late that I should have signed up for swim lessons. My brain is off to the races in sunshine mania and although I’ve started four or five books in the last month, I’ve finished zero. This is where graphic novels come in.

I’ve done the obvious action/adventure thing (V for Vendetta, Watchmen, Transmetropolitan — all excellent); the macabre (Walking Dead, which I hated); but my favorite graphic genre is memoir.

Stitches by David Small

Fun Home by Alison Bechdel

I just finished Marbles by Ellen Forney, which was so good I will probably reread it very soon, and relevant to my life in about 100000000000 ways right now.

What is it about spring and graphic novels for me? I think I just crave more stimulation, something quicker, something more immediately engaging. I can zip through a graphic novel and have it linger for days. I start imagining drawings that could capture my own narratives. (Too bad my drawing is still cartoonish and amateur… but whatever!)

Robin has been very excited for me to read a picture book. Last night she squealed in glee when I pulled out Marbles and said it was her favorite book. We spent quite awhile discussing the drawings and speculating about the story. I kind of loved that. It got me wondering if there are any good comics for young girls that would be remotely age appropriate. Robin has also been into watching (age appropriate) anime shows, so maybe this is a good time to introduce her to a good series. I found this list on Amazon. I also found this one, which includes a comic about a girl named Robyn! Anyone else have suggestions? Zita the Space Girl looks pretty great. Where are the awesome feminist comics for young girls, world?

Here’s the thing I hate about graphic novels and/or comics: access. Our library is small and has a limited graphic novel/comics section, mostly focused on teen readers. That’s okayish for me, although I couldn’t find any of the above books in our catalog (but maybe I can finally read 100 Bullets?). But if there’s a series we are very excited to try, we’ll have to either borrow it (dicey) or buy it (pricey). Drag.

Nonetheless, I like the idea of lying around in a shaded bedroom on a summer afternoon reading comics with my girls.

Call Me Coach

I signed up to coach pre-k soccer this April. I don’t know how to play soccer, but it seems like when you’re coaching 5 year olds, the only rule is HAVE FUN!!11!!!!1 We won’t keep score or have goalies.

We signed Robin up for soccer because she’ll be attending school in our farm town this fall and we don’t know many kids around here yet. I wanted her to have some familiar faces in her kindergarten class. Plus, sports are a huge deal here, for better or worse: I think about 1/5 of the town’s population is signed up for summer rec teams. Seriously.

Maybe I’m nuts but I think it will be fun. I can think of some silly games we can do, and it’s only for 5 weeks. Just one more hat I’ll be wearing, I guess!

We’re still waiting for my niece/nephew to come into the world, still waiting for spring, too. But life is good in Iowa! How about you?

Anticipation

I love this time of year. I can’t wait for the snow from our 3rd storm in as many weeks to melt away and we can start smelling fresh rain and opening the car windows. I always want to listen to Guided by Voices at this time of year; and “The Rain Song” by Led Zeppelin. I fell in love with our house in late spring. We had just started looking in March and I hated all the options in the bedroom community we were in at the time. I found a listing for a place in farm town and one day after teaching, I drove to it before I picked up the girls. I remember pulling up and getting goosebumps, thinking to myself, “So this is what it feels like to drive up to the house that will become your home.” We bought it. I’m going to plant flowers this year, for sure.

Is this heaven? No, it's Iowa.

Is this heaven? No, it’s Iowa.

I’m waiting for my sister to have her first baby. The little one was due about a week ago and my sister is being a very patient and loving Mom. I can’t wait to drive south and help my sis, squeeze a baby, and write and read.

Like a Sloth on a Turtle with Wheels, Updated

Update: Dorothy LOVES riding a tagalong bike!

After many tears and much heartbreak in our driveway this spring, I am beyond thrilled to update this post with this photo:

We bought the tagalong for her birthday after showing her many happy photos on the interwebs of children riding along merrily behind their parents. My hope was that if she were in a situation where speed was mandatory but she was completely safe, she would have a breakthrough of sorts. AND IT WORKED!

Granted, when we first hooked up the tagalong in the driveway she ran and hid and cried. But Lucy, our resident Danger Mouse, was eager to hop on. And as Lucy and T rode back and forth in front of the house, D gradually came out of hiding, and looked on with decreasing trepidation and increasing envy. “I want to ride,” she yelled in frustration. “It’s MY present!”

Et voila.

We put on her helmet, helped her up, T rode over a couple lawns to keep the pace slow, and then off they went. She actually shrieked with joy.

And just as we hoped, she has approached her scooter and a bike with training wheels with significantly more confidence and fewer tears. It’s not like she’s going to enter the 2013 X Games, but she has definitely increased her speed from sloth to, let’s say, capybara. I’ll keep you posted on her progress this summer.

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Stormchaser: A Tulsa Memoir Part 1

Between the early spring and a few severe storms lately, but I’ve been thinking a lot about and missing my home state of Oklahoma. We’ve been watching Stormchasers with the girls, one of the few shows they’ll watch that we all enjoy – and I mostly enjoy it for the scenery. I’ve been calling it “Norman Porn” because one of the chasing teams is based out of Norman OK, where we attended college. It’s weird how the wide, wild skies, that red dirt, and the scrubby grass in highway ditches gets me feeling all nostalgic.

Oklahoma: Land of Perpetual Road Work

There was a time in my life when I’d have recoiled in horror at a description of the Sooner state as my home or a place I’d consider myself “from,” but since moving to Iowa eight years ago, that’s how I’ve ended up responding to any question about my origins. I wasn’t born in Oklahoma, and I lived in several Midwestern states before we moved to Tulsa, a large city in the northwestern corner of the state, when I was 11 years old. I never loved it; I never felt like I belonged there. I moved away from Oklahoma when I was 23, just months after getting married, in August 2004. What is home, anyway? When I’ve lived less than 12 years in any given state in my short life, is it where I was born? Where my family originated? Where I became myself? I don’t know. But Oklahoma became a part of me. Continue reading

Like a Sloth on a Turtle with Wheels, Updated

Update: Dorothy LOVES riding a tagalong bike!

After many tears and much heartbreak in our driveway this spring, I am beyond thrilled to update this post with this photo:

We bought the tagalong for her birthday after showing her many happy photos on the interwebs of children riding along merrily behind their parents. My hope was that if she were in a situation where speed was mandatory but she was completely safe, she would have a breakthrough of sorts. AND IT WORKED!

Granted, when we first hooked up the tagalong in the driveway she ran and hid and cried. But Lucy, our resident Danger Mouse, was eager to hop on. And as Lucy and T rode back and forth in front of the house, D gradually came out of hiding, and looked on with decreasing trepidation and increasing envy. “I want to ride,” she yelled in frustration. “It’s MY present!”

Et voila.

We put on her helmet, helped her up, T rode over a couple lawns to keep the pace slow, and then off they went. She actually shrieked with joy.

And just as we hoped, she has approached her scooter and a bike with training wheels with significantly more confidence and fewer tears. It’s not like she’s going to enter the 2013 X Games, but she has definitely increased her speed from sloth to, let’s say, capybara. I’ll keep you posted on her progress this summer.

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