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 Dr. Chava Green is an educator, writer, and public speaker. She has a PhD in Religion from Emory University where she wrote a dissertation on Hasidic Feminism. Her academic and popular work explore the role of gender in Chabad society and its mystical texts. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and three children. For more information, visit her website, TheHasidicFeminist.
Chava devoted years seeking to understand feminism and apply it to her life. She found the answer in the teachings of the Rebbe.
Do you feel that feeding and cleaning is the most important thing in the world? My answer depends on the day.
You might think the contemporary phenomena of social media and its effect on our mental health is a modern issue. In reality, the fact that everything we see, hear, and read burrows into our minds and takes up space in our hearts actually goes back to the...
When I was working for a Chabad House on campus, I decided to sign up for a month-long detox program to jump-start some of my health goals. I have always been into natural foods and I really enjoy cooking. If someone had asked me in that moment of my life...
Motherhood is intense. It’s continuous. It evolves and adapts and changes all the time.
Under the guidance of the Rebbe, Chabad women were investing in their traditional roles as women while also going out into the public domain to change the world.
A perspective on the curse of Eve
With a glint in her eye, eager to challenge me about how I could call myself a Chassidic Feminist—a wig-wearing, religious woman and yet still a proponent of women’s empowerment—a girl slung a quote at me, “To the woman, He [G‑d] said, ‘I shall surely inc...
I always felt like my outfits were a way to express myself. If clothing is a language, then what do I want to say?
After all the hard work of labor and recovery, having a brit only eight days later can be overwhelming.
It was 4 in the morning, and the whole house was quiet and asleep. I sat alone on a couch in the living room, silently sobbing with a frantic baby in my arms. A few weeks into motherhood found me exhausted, bewildered and unable to breastfeed.
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