A few weeks back, my daughter and I went to a Saturday-morning woman’s brunch.  The temperature was -40 degrees with blowing wind and snow. It was one of the coldest days, in one of the coldest winters in recent memory. I walked in the front door where the tables were set with white tablecloths and serviettes that reminded us of spring to come.  The women in the room ranged from 26 to 75 years old. There were mothers with babies, young adults and seniors. Three older women who sat behind me came from a care home. I asked them how they got to the church. One women said she went to the window of her suite, pressed the button on her command start and to her surprise the car started, even though it hadn’t been plugged in. The speaker that morning talked about her six-year journey of raising four children while also caring for her husband who had bowel cancer. During this difficult time, she worked hard to make it appear she was doing OK.  …