Turn your caps lock off and maybe I’ll read your piece.

Yes, it’s Catholic. It’s also a SCHOOL.

Not all Catholics are as proudly lockstep and benighted as you are. Notre Dame must have some intelligent ones running the place.

Some understand faith, and morals, and some of them even understand the meaning of the word "education." (Which means "to lead away, or to lead out.")

Thanks, Diana. As a person in recovery myself, I am making no judgement on him re. his addiction, and it’s no secret he has his demons. Just noting that whatever is going wrong in his life is revealing itself in his face; not even in his expression— it’s there in his features!

No solution, but I did get a great deal of satisfaction once, years ago, when I first moved to Las Vegas and was putting on Grand Openings for numerous homebuilders who (during the nineties boom) were hard-selling their developments, boom, boom, boom.

I inadvertently pitched my information tent in such a way that it (barely) encroached on the driveway to a Kingdom Hall one Saturday morning. After an hour or two, some clean-cut gents approached me and asked me to move, said I was disturbing the congregation, yada yada yada.

"Wow!" I said, smiling. "I’ve always wondered what it would be like to bother some Jehovah’s Witnesses on a Saturday morning for a change!"

They were nonplussed.

With Mel Gibson, it’s more like every CROCKPOT has a lid.

He also looks either boozed-up or hung over. He needs a program, and I don’t mean whatever that jacked-up version of Catholicism he’s involved with has to offer!

If, like me, you admire authors who can enter and bring the reader into the mind of the criminal, insane, or criminally insane, and who do this with fluidity, style, elegance and dash, I suggest the great Ruth Rendell (also writing as Barbara Vine.) You can be five chapters in before you realize, "this woman’s nuts!"

Offhand, I can think of Thirteen Steps Down and Adam and Eve and Pinch Me as great examples of this talent of hers. Also Portobello, The Killing Doll … too many to name. If you haven’t discovered Rendell yet, you have a treat in store.

3. Go to a dermatologist. A ruddy complexion could mean rosacea, which is easily treatable with medication.

Disagree with this one; a ruddy complexion just means she’s Scottish!

I love her red cheeks. If she has rosacea, sure, she should get it treated, if she wishes. I share Susan’s ruddy cheeks, and a little drugstore blush (Cover Girl, same as it ever was) evens it out and makes me glow!

All the other tips, though, I agree with, either will use, have used, or am using. And I look wonderful — I had to show my ID last week at Savers on Wednesday to get the Wednesday Senior Discount! The pretty young cashier actually argued with me about whether I was entitled to it! That was a day-maker.

The goddesses of wowOwow are indeed to be feared! Love it!

When my mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, there was no hope of a cure, but she underwent surgery designed to help her digest some food; it didn’t work — she was in the recovery room for 12 days, and on a ventilator for the next month. I visited her daily, and during one visit, her mouth stoppered by the ventilator tube, IVs in each arm and a central line in her neck, she indicated violently with her gorgeous green/gold eyes that she needed to tell me something. Panicking (my normal mode in such situations), I scrambled for a pen and paper; no good— she couldn’t hold the pen. I hit on a solution: "Mom, do you remember when I was little, and you used to write letters with your finger on my back, and I would guess what they were?" She nodded. "Could you do that now into the palm of my hand?" She nodded again, and I held out my hand, removing a monitor from her index finger as I did. She took my hand, palm up, in hers, and spelled out the last words she would ever speak to me: I LOVE YOU.

That’s what she wanted so desperately to tell me. And I told her I loved her, too. That’s my best memory of my mother.

God bless all mothers here, and all motherless children, no matter how old.

Thanks, Lee. The women here on wowowow are truly kind, loving and supportive; just like sisters should be!

Blessings and love to you and all here.

Thanks, Mary. "Booze bug" is a great way of putting it.

Have a wonderful day!

She looks charming; as a woman who spent almost a decade killing herself with booze, with the resulting damage to my looks, I know that the most important aspect of my new life is my new inner self. But after losing the booze-generated 20 lbs., getting my complexion back, and frankly, looking now like my outsides match my insides, I can tell you that knowing that I look as beautiful on the outside as I feel on the inside has been an enormous psychological boost. I still look like me, only better. I think Susan does, too, and I hope she feels that beautiful inside!

Pax.