Abby is a writer and performer living in Brooklyn. Her memoir, Amen, Amen, Amen: Memoir of a Girl Who Couldn't Stop Praying got a nod from Oprah and won ELLE Readers' Prize, Chicago Tribune's Best of 2009, and Moment Magazine's Emerging Writers Award. She's written for The New York Times, The L.A. Times, Self, Jane, Elle, and Heeb.
Maya Rigler is 10-years-old. Her favorite color is blue, she loves reading the Percy Jackson series, going to Camp Harlam (a URJ summer camp in the Poconos), and getting fro-yo with her…friends. Sadly, Maya started 2015 by finding out she had a malignant tumor. Maya took the news as a call to action. When word spread about her illness and she started getting presents, Maya said, “I don’t need all this stuff.” Instead, she set up a virtual lemonade stand for the Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation, a unique childhood cancer charity… >> Read More
As part of our month-long God series, Abby Sher tells us about her relationship with prayer.
I have prayed every day for the past 25 years. Often obsessively, locked in a closet for hours at a…sitting. My mother, my therapists, friends, boyfriends, even reporters have asked me to show them what this compulsive ritual entailed. I've refused them all. I've always felt like if I explained my thoughts or connection to God, I would sound stupid, or worse, irreverent. I was raised in a reform Jewish household, where matzah balls,… >> Read More
My mom was my best friend and sole confidant for my first 20 years of life. Even before my father died (when I was 11) I remember clinging to her legs and bawling when they went out for a Saturday…night date. My first betrayal of Mom was moving to Chicago for college. I'd wanted to stay on the east coast but I didn't get in to the schools where I'd applied. The displacement knocked us both out of the water. I felt rudderless without her by my side and soon latched on to a… >> Read More
Gabra and I have known each other since the playground in fifth grade. We reached best friend status in high school. Shared a locker, wore matching haircuts, named each other’s pimples. I adored…Gabra and clapped gleefully when people mistook us for sisters. It was an assumption that we would always know each other’s bra size and cry each other’s tears. After college, we settled in different cities (her in New York, me in Chicago). We got caught up in our careers and boyfriends and for a while,… >> Read More