Abby Sher is a writer, performer, and mom to three cool beans. Her memoir, Amen, Amen, Amen: Memoir of a Girl Who Couldn't Stop Praying got lots of awards from people like Oprah. She writes regularly for The New York Times and The Jewniverse and wears a bike helmet to bed.
The Challenge: There are 6 million American schoolchildren suffering from potentially life-threatening allergies and diet-related illnesses. Without proper labeling on food, the school cafeteria can…be a very dangerous place. The Solution: The School Food Labeling Initiative. The Teen Hero Who’s Making This World A Better Place: Lauren Maunus, of Palm City, Florida. Lauren was just 4 years old when she saw how dangerous unknown allergies could be. Her little sister almost died from an unexpected reaction to eating a… >> Read More
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. >> 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