"Here, time was frozen and time moved swiftly. Time was strange like that."

Sometimes, when they thought no one was looking, they would slow dance in the kitchen, their arms around each other.

A pang touched my heart, twisted slightly, then stronger, a feeling of both joy and sorrow at the same time.

That sense of exhilaration, of wonder, lit a spark in me that has continued to burn until this day.

If there was ever a daddy’s girl, it would be me. My father was my first love.

On Shabbat this past Friday, after a long and trying week, I took some time to reflect on the fact that I felt like a completely...