I am without question my father’s daughter. This candid, taken at a family party, is absolutely typical of our relationship: intense discussion was the hallmark of the dinner table. We debated about any and everything and he taught me to see it as a sport, not an act of aggression. He was the perfect father for a daughter because despite being an athlete, he preferred girls to boys. He told me often, “You can do anything.” He believed it so how could I not.