I met my last class for this semester on Friday. What a relief. I am now a set of graded papers and exams away from the end. I don't think I have ever had a more difficult semester, nor do I think I have ever handled challenges better. After moving across the country, teaching four sections of composition, starting divorce proceedings, initiating a national job search, and learning to mother in a new way, I am still here. Still teaching. Still mothering. That is a testament to something.