Eleanor Harrison Bregman is an ordained minister serving as a Protestant chaplain at Jewish Home Lifecare, a nursing facility in New York City. She has led women's retreats and multi-faith retreats in Georgia, North Carolina and New York as well as an on-going discussion series for Christian parents raising Jewish children. She currently leads a bi-weekly multi-faith women's spirituality group. She has worked as a community minister on interfaith issues at Judson Memorial Church in Greenwich Village and as a chaplain at Union Mission Inc. in Savannah, GA counseling and serving the spiritual needs of a diverse community including the homeless, drug addicted, and the hospitalized. Since 1997 she has participated in a bi-weekly study group focusing on the Talmud and Torah, and last year she led the study of the group. She has been published in the Journal of Reform Rabbis: "New York Chutzpah meets Southern Hospitality: Navigating Interfaith Marriage." She received her Masters of Divinity from Union Theological Seminary and her BA cum laude in Religion is from Princeton University. She lives in New York City, is married to Peter Bregman, and is the mother of three children.
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