To understand my dad, I needed to learn about the day he was shot | Israel-Palestine conflict
“Shoulders!” I begged. “Shoulders! Shoulders!” As a child, I loved to ride on my father’s shoulders. Sitting up there, I rubbed the bald spot on his head. “From seeing too much,” he explained of the hair loss. Then, I poked at the small crater the size of my thumb just above his right shoulder. “Daddy, … Read more
