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Latest Column: Sunday, December 18, 2011

The annual report: Your giving worked

It's time to report back.

This year, in this column space, we made efforts to help those less fortunate by starting or boosting several charities.

I wrote their stories. You came to their aid.

Here's progress you should be proud of:

Mother Batie's Soup Kitchen: I told the story of a woman who, 40 years ago, heard God tell her to buy a building and start a soup kitchen. She did - even though she didn't have a job. That small, loving place was on its last legs in October, about to close due to funding cuts.

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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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Ochocinco Needs a Roomie

From the August 14, 2011 episode of Sports Reporters

Latest Column: Sunday, January 8, 2012

Trip to the Big Easy ends in a Big Hurt

NEW ORLEANS - In the end, the defense broke down like a bayou jalopy, and one Saints receiver was so open, he had time to sprinkle sugar on his beignets before catching a bomb and scooting in for the touchdown. Blood? There was blood. Bruises? There were bruises. This was a fight and the Lions landed blows. But the New Orleans Saints won easily - as 101/2-point favorites, you can hardly be shocked - because they never stopped doing what they do, and the Lions never stopped them, either.

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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!”

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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.