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A National Sportscasters and Sportswriters Association Hall of Famer, Mitch Albom has written a syndicated column for the Detroit Free Press for the last 25 years archived here exclusively, free of charge. He also periodically writes for national magazines. And he’s a regular on ESPN’s the Sports Reporters, from which his “parting shot” commentaries are collected here.

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Latest Column: Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Joys of Summer

Go ahead, kids. Lie in the grass. Study the clouds. Daydream. Be lazy. You have our permission. 

I feel sorry for today’s kids. Summer comes, they’re finally free from school—and bang!Band camp. Science seminars. Internships. 

Instead of downtime, it’s get-up-and-go time. Chorus travel, archaeological digs, dance tours. My nephew from Michigan flew to Georgetown University for a summer medical program, replete with cadavers. He was 16.

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Latest Column: Monday, January 12, 2009

The Courage of Detroit

This was Christmas night. In the basement of a church off an icy street in downtown Detroit, four dozen homeless men and women sat at tables. The smell of cooked ham wafted from the kitchen. The pastor, Henry Covington, a man the size of two middle linebackers, exhorted the people with a familiar chant.

“I am somebody,” he yelled.

“I am somebody!” they repeated.

“Because God loves me!”



Latest Column: Sunday, August 2, 2015

Tigers' reboot means they failed this season

It's not the what. It's the when. Thirty years ago, the trade deadline was June 15. Teams used it for last-chance shuffling before settling in to battle for the playoffs. But since 1985, when the trade deadline was moved six weeks later, to July 31, the whole concept has changed. Now contending teams use it to turbo charge their chances, and the rest throw their expensive sandbags overboard and float off into the dreams of next season.


Latest Column: Sunday, August 2, 2015

One-footed cheerleader never lost her smile

She was the first cheerleader I ever wrote about. Maybe the only one. It was 24 years ago, but I still remember Beth Hardman, because her smile was as blinding as a headlight and she wore a sock over her left foot.

Or what remained of her left foot.

Hardman had a rare cancer. They gave her a choice: Try radiation and hope it wouldn't spread or amputate the foot and be sure. And even though she was 16, an age when deciding what clothes to wear is a major deliberation, she didn't hesitate.

"I think we ought to take it off," she said.

Mitch, the Players, the Job

Mitch, the Players, the Job

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