My name is Abby, but in print I always go by Abigail Rasminsky. If you call me Abigail in real life, I will likely not realize you’re talking to me.
I’m a writer. In my former life, I was a professional modern dancer and yoga teacher in New York. I performed at LaMama ETC, Danspace Project at St. Mark’s Church, and Lincoln Center Out-of-Doors; and taught vinyasa and prenatal yoga at OM Yoga. In 2005, I went off to Naropa University in Boulder to pursue my MFA in dance and theater, but while there, I herniated two disks in my lower back and was forced to stop dancing for good.
I was 28 and had no idea what to do with myself. Fortuitously (!?), I had studied English and Creative Writing at Oberlin College, so I started writing emails to friends describing this unexpected change. I sold one of these emails-turned-essays to The New York Times. Since then I’ve been published in other wonderful places: O: The Oprah Magazine, The Washington Post, Food52, Marie Claire, Electric Literature, The Cut @ New York Magazine, Lenny Letter, Longreads, Epicurious, Racked, Guernica, The Morning News, The Toast, The Establishment, Brain, Child, Motherwell Magazine, The Forward, The Faster Times, The Millions, What’s Up Moms, Nextbook (now Tablet), Modern Loss, Healthline, Hunker, and Dance Magazine. I wrote a series for Rebel Girls about parenting abroad.
I completed my MFA in nonfiction writing at Columbia University in 2011, and served as a Teaching Fellow in the Undergraduate Creative Writing program. I am now a Lecturer in the Program in Narrative Medicine at the Keck School of Medicine of USC. I also teach creative writing to medical students in the HEAL (Humanities, Ethics/Economics, Arts and Law) Program at KECK, and workshops from my home.
A native of Montreal, I lived in Brooklyn for 12 years before moving to Vienna, Austria. After four years as an expat, I now live in Los Angeles with my husband and daughter. For more on my teaching, editing and tutoring services, click here. These days I’m writing a weekly love letter on Tiny Letter. You can sign up here. Or you can follow me on Twitter, which is not as much fun.