This week saw some notable apologies and makings of amends.

“Padre Oprah,” as the Rev. Alberto Cutié is known to his fans in Miami, got caught canoodling with a female companion. Consenting adults in love? Great. Not so cute thought the church. To them it was a violation of its medieval dictate. So, he apologized.

It was reported that last year Oprah herself called James Frey, fabulist of “A Million Little Pieces,” whom she had dragged on her show and ripped into a million little shreds. What did she say?: “I felt I owe you an apology.” (Wording according to Frey anyway.)

Michael Steele, who I am convinced suffers from some sort of diarrhea of the larynx, apologized for saying that religious bigots in the Republican base rejected Mitt Romney in part because he’s Mormon. (That’s probably true, but really Michael, just be quiet, or chillax, or whatever dated slang you prefer.)

One major exception to this trend of mea culpas: Dick Cheney.

When CBS’s Bob Schieffer asked Cheney if he had any regrets about the detestable torture tactics used during the Bush administration (which may not have even worked), Cheney, channeling Mr. Burns from “The Simpsons,” responded: “No regrets. I think it was absolutely the right thing to do.”