Redrawing lines

I taught the class because I needed the money. I continued to teach it because I needed to live the cliché!

This afternoon, I taught the final class of my first six-week “Writing Through Cancer” workshop to fellow patients at the university hospital where I myself am also being treated. When I signed on as the center’s yearlong “writer-in-residence,” as I’m calling the position, I was expecting to be able to lead class with an authority lent to me not only by…