\u201cMy bottom hurts.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lifted his shirt and froze\u2014his back was covered in scars. I called my daughter-in-law. She laughed. \u201cMy father is a judge. What do you think you can do?\u201d<\/p>\n
I dialed 911, thinking I was saving him. I didn\u2019t realize I was starting a war.<\/p>\n
That winter morning, sunlight spilled across the Persian rug I\u2019d bought in Beirut in 1982\u2014back when shelling was my alarm clock. My life is quieter now: tea kettles, birds in the snow, gardening.<\/p>\n
But as I looked at my grandson\u2019s wounds, I felt that old instinct return.<\/p>\n
I may seem like a harmless widow.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"