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Vicki Cabot

Oct 23, 2024, 10:23 PM

And who shall die? The ancient words ran through my mind as a text flashed on my screen. It was from a cousin with word that his beloved mom had passed away just before Rosh Hashanah. Ninety seven years old, my...

Oct 7, 2024, 6:36 AM

365

numbers scribbled on wrinkled bits of masking tape, stuck on shirts and blouses ascending 362, 363, 364 towards 365 almost a year since the barbaric attack in gaza men, women, children, wantonly murdered maimed raped 100s taken captive and still war rages on multiple fronts, the hostages are not...

Aug 12, 2024, 10:46 AM

Eicha!

The agonizing cry of grief from the Book of Lamentations echoes as Tisha B’Av arrives, as hostages remain captive, as the war goes on, as Israel still reels from the savagery of October 7 The seventh of October, in Hebrew...

Jul 30, 2024, 6:40 AM

Day 294

Jerusalem glimmer of light
Photo by Vicki Cabot

“I will raise my eyes to the mountain from whence come my help.” Psalm 121 But Gd, the maker of heaven and earth, did not come. He did not come on October 7, and he did not come on this day. To...

Jul 20, 2024, 3:29 PM

If I forget thee. . .

O Jerusalem. I can not forget the holy city, the city of David, the city of gold. Nor can I forget Kibbutz Nir Oz, nor Kibbutz Be’eri, nor the site of the Nova music festival, where revelers danced deep in the...

Jun 11, 2024, 7:36 AM

Counting the days

Time to change course
Photo courtesy Vicki Cabot

An unexpected tumble. A glimpse of an errant blossom on the road, a tug on the leash, a pup in pursuit, and there I was splayed on the sidewalk. A scraped knee, a bloody knuckle, a bruised hip. A safe dog, and...

Jun 3, 2024, 5:32 AM

Scattered petals

It was a joyous occasion. A sister marrying off her youngest son, the bride glowing, the groom beaming, the parents of the couple smiling broadly, even as they tear up. The couple recite their vows, share a tender kiss, and...

Apr 4, 2024, 11:52 PM

No words. . .

And so I wait. There are no words. Only anger, anguish, grief. And then there are too many. They tumble out like so many seeds, pits, stones. Devastating stories, grisly images, fueling fury and blame, one upon the other, layer upon layer of horror...

Jan 25, 2024, 8:09 AM

Let it grow

On a cold wintry day we visit my aunt. She is my mother’s youngest sister, now in her mid 90s, slowed by a stroke more than a decade ago, but still strong and healthy. When we arrive, she is...

Jan 1, 2024, 3:53 AM

Winter wonder

Entranced by the sky, I often find myself looking upward, especially in the early morning as the sun gradually lights the heavens, turning them from silvery gray to pale blue, and again as it sets with vivid pink and...

About Me

A writer and editor, Vicki has been recognized for excellence by the American Jewish Press Association, Arizona Press Club and Arizona Press Women. Her byline has appeared for more than 30 years in Jewish News of Greater Phoenix and in a variety of other publications. A Wexner Heritage Scholar, she holds masters degrees in communications and religious studies from Arizona State University and a Ph.D in religious studies also from ASU.