Unlike Rickety Stitch, I know exactly how I arrived at the inaugural Greater Austin Comic Con; indeed, I recall my origin story in more than half-remembered snippets that come to me in a dreamlike state. Just under fifteen years ago, I rather unironically met the man of my dreams and then became his beautiful wife. 🎶 At this point, I quickly realized that I’d been on the periphery of comic fandom all of my life. Comics feature heavily in the reading preferences of all of the significant men in the Christinaverse—my husband, my father-in-law, my father, and my brother. Upon further investigation, as a veteran teacher of literature and literacy I quickly recognized that superheroes are frequently modern instantiations of literary archetypes and that having so much of the story told via a mélange of expertly crafted images and text greatly benefits struggling readers. In short, comics are not only fun to read but could easily be the edification of the innocent! Thus, ...