My dad first told me the story of Miriam one Sunday morning as he was preparing a Gospel Doctrine lesson. His interpretation of the story was unlike anything I heard in Church–a woman as the central character, leading people, defying conventions. It was mind-blowing. He did this often as I grew up, giving me a love of the Old Testament and a passion for feminist biblical interpretation. When I got mad about the women’s positions in the Church, he was right there, mad with me. When I said I wanted to go to Divinity School, he couldn’t have been more proud. I realize I’ve been very lucky to have a feminist father.