My Family Told My Daughter There Was No Room At Christmas While I Worked A Hospital Shift

as if consequences were something rude that had simply arrived without calling first.

But let me back up. Because the real story started on Christmas Eve, when I was working a double shift in the emergency room and my family made a choice that would finally force me to make mine.

I came home around midnight, dead on my feet. The kind of shift where continue reading …