Superpowers & Stories

Sometimes my husband and I have conversations about big issues and ideas. (Sometimes he just listens to me rant.) One such conversation occurred a few months ago as we were heading home from seeing Captain America: Civil War. It went a little something like this:

Me: You know, I’m loving the increasing diversity in superhero movies. In that movie, there were several women, several black men.

Him: Yeah, it’ll be really cool to see Black Panther’s story.

Me: Yes! I’m glad he’ll get his own movie. He seems like an intriguing character. But I have to wonder . . . where are the women of color? The black woman superhero, the Latina? I mean, I’m not well-versed in the full range of the superhero world, just the mainstream movies part of it. But the only woman of color superhero I can think of right now is Storm (from X-Men) and she was part of the ensemble, not the main focus of an entire movie.

Him: That’s true, there definitely aren’t many. Although I feel like most superheroes are relatable to everyone.

Me: Sure, in some ways. But think about it–when you were growing up, almost everywhere you looked, you could find a superhero who looked like you. Okay, maybe not a redhead specifically, but a white male. In comic books, in cartoons. You got to see people who looked like you doing awesome, heroic things. And it made you think hey, I can do awesome things too, right?

Him: Yeah. Within reason.

Me: There were fewer options for me, I was more likely to look like the person in need of saving, but there were still a decent number of white woman superheroes. Even fewer for black boys, I’m betting. Maybe a few, although not very mainstream. But for black girls? Latinas? It has to have a psychological impact on a kid when they don’t see someone who looks like them doing incredible, heroic things. What message does that send?

Him: That’s a great point. I never thought about it like that.

That, humans, is why diversity in books and shows/movies is important. Because every kid should see a superhero who looks like them. And every kid should see a superhero who doesn’t look like them. And adults benefit from seeing that diversity, too.

I was fortunate to grow up in a diverse area, to attend a school where my friends were Asian-American, African-American, Caucasian, and Native American. One of my good friends when I was little was hearing impaired, and because of her I became more aware of people whose abilities are different from the majority of the population. An awareness that grew when I earned my undergrad degree in speech-language pathology.

But what about kids who grow up in areas where the people around them look the same as them? How do they learn about other people?

Ideally, through books. As a storyteller, I believe wholeheartedly in the power of story. Stories are how we learn, how we experience the world. Stories show us who we are and who we can be. Diversity in books is growing, but slowly and more in some genres than others.

I dream of a day when we can find, in the pages of books all around us, characters as vividly diverse as the world we live in. It’s a challenge I often issue to those around me and to myself–to shift beyond our own experiences, to learn and grow, and then create within our books a world as vibrant as the one we inhabit, supporting other storytellers who do the same.

Learn. Grow. Create. Through those steps, an artist may find the power to influence the world. May we always use our own superpowers wisely.

A Day Away from Happy

After basic physical and emotional needs, there’s one need that drives people: the need for self-fulfillment, for meaningful achievement. Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs refers to this as self-actualization.

I feel that, Mr. Maslow. I do. There’s so much I want in this life, so many goals I want to achieve. That same drive and ambition is reflected in people around me. We’re always pushing ahead, striving for an ideal situation. And we’ll be truly happy when we get there.


I see so many people saying they’ll be happy when. When they lose a few more pounds. When they make a bit more money. I find myself sliding into that thinking sometimes too. It’s a seductive mindset, the idea that one day we’ll reach a better state and find true contentment there. And we’re almost there, just one more step forward, one more achievement.

But if we’re not happy here, in the striving, will we really be happy there, in the when?

The truth is, the dynamic nature of life means we’ll always be pushing forward, always reaching. What if, every day, we’re just a day away from happy? We’ll arrive at the end of our lives still reaching for that ever-elusive happy.

Over the last few years of life curveballs and jarring redirections, I’ve come to embrace an illuminating truth: contentment isn’t a destination.

It happens here. In the “not quite where I want to be yet.” In the “I’m still working on things.”

Happiness isn’t waiting for me on the other side of an exciting achievement. It’s already here. And it’s here because I choose it. I choose to celebrate all that is good in my life. I choose contentment by shifting my focus away from the mountain of things I want to the mountain of things I have.

I’m not saying I’m going to sit back and accept my life as it is. Contentment does not require surrender. Ain’t no give-up happening here, let me assure you.

I’m still striving. But I choose to find contentment in the striving, joy in the incredible opportunity to chase after achievements.

There was a time when I was a day away from happy. (Yesterday. It was yesterday.) Today, happy is here because I choose it. I’m wrapping my arms around it and digging my nails right in because I’m not letting go, whatever happens. Happy is riding this life roller coaster right along with me.

Where’s your happy?