by Sarah Shapiro

How a survivor of the atom bomb stopped hating the pilot who flew the plane.

by Sarah Shapiro

Being accosted by a missionary of happiness only served to deepen my gloom.

by Sarah Shapiro

Am I incapable of thinking the unthinkable?

by Sarah Shapiro

When giving doesn’t come naturally.

by Sarah Shapiro

On being a tourist in the land of the disabled.

by Sarah Shapiro

Even the terrifying enlightenment bestowed by Shigeko couldn't teach me that we're most human when we're most divine.

by Sarah Shapiro

Gone are Iran, and Gaza, and Syria. All out of sight, out of mind, for one night and one day.

by Sarah Shapiro

Was it only in my imagination that I was smarter than my father?

by Sarah Shapiro

I've carried an idea of him in my mind. Who, for him, was the young girl with scorn in her eyes?

by Sarah Shapiro

It wasn't really a bomb, don't worry. You are safe. We were safe. Then we laughed.

by Sarah Shapiro

When I first heard "the word" in my hometown.

by Sarah Shapiro

A Seder in Bergen-Belsen.

by Sarah Shapiro

You're happy, aren't you?

by Sarah Shapiro

We'd lost Mommy and Daddy; we didn't want to lose each other.

by Sarah Shapiro

I wished that somehow they had known how to make me feel included, that cold and rainy Sukkot night, rather than ostracized.

by Sarah Shapiro

What is the film "March of the Penguins" really about? A penguin speaks out.

by Sarah Shapiro

My parents succeeded in creating a wonderful Christmas - yet inside me something was amiss.

by Sarah Shapiro

We were in an old world together, that's for sure, but not the one they expected.

by Sarah Shapiro

Why did our family, like American Jewish families everywhere, recognize Passover as the one thing we would never forget?

by Sarah Shapiro

Death has never been an infrequent occurrence. But I wasn't in the know.

by Sarah Shapiro

How can we get free of the petty tyrannies of our own female vanity?

by Sarah Shapiro

Anger, which can work so powerfully against happiness, is the very tool we've been given to get a handle on our invisible, elusive inner selves.

by Sarah Shapiro

It's not the unconventional weapons I'm getting ready for.

by Sarah Shapiro

When the doctor delivered the news, we were abashed and afraid. How much time did we have?

by Sarah Shapiro

The world is divided into two kinds of people: those who fear getting older and those who do not.

by Sarah Shapiro

An evening's encounter with a handicapped couple overturns misconceptions that have crippled one woman over a lifetime.

by Sarah Shapiro

On a bus in Jerusalem, all eyes followed the girl who suddenly broke down and cried.

by Sarah Shapiro

Raising happy children sometimes depends only on a kind word and a moment's extra attention.

by Sarah Shapiro

I was a Jewish kid who didn't know what it meant to be Jewish, who was painfully, earnestly trying to fit in by concealing the Jewishness I knew nothing about.

by Sarah Shapiro

Appreciating the immense impact of those little words we utter.

by Sarah Shapiro

Something was missing, which turned out to be myself

by Sarah Shapiro

How six words transformed my world.

by Sarah Shapiro

It's no accident that we should be repeatedly compelled to explain our presence, to have to figure out what we're doing here.

by Sarah Shapiro

The metamorphosis of Ahuvah Gray, a black American who was once a Christian minister and is now an Orthodox Jew.