Last week was the Memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows, and in his homily, the priest exhorted us to imagine our own mother suffering. “Who wouldn’t long to console their mother?” he asked. And I thought of my mom and did in fact agree that I’d want terribly to console her if she were suffering. But I also thought, You know, homilies like this are why some people dread going to church on Mother’s Day. And then I thought about a depressed, alcoholic celebrity horse.