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Capuchin Soup Kitchen Blog

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Thank you for joining us as we journey through life with our Capuchin Soup Kitchen guests, volunteers, and partners in ministry.  Often it's easy to forget that we each have a story to tell.  Our blog is to help remind all of us that each individual at the Capuchin Soup Kitchen is a gift from God and we have much to learn from one another.  To contact us about the blog email us here:

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The Game, 30 Seconds

Recently, a “game” called 30 SECONDS has become common among some of Detroit’s youth. Two children are circled or cornered and then told they have to fight each other for 30 seconds. If someone refuses, the consequences are being called a wimp or worse on Facebook.


How to Make Grilling Healthier

Grilling is one of America’s favorite summer pastimes, but how can something thought to be healthy carry so many health risks? High heat cooking has been found to accelerate aging, heart disease, kidney and other cancers. AGEs (or advanced glycation end products) form during grilling, frying and other hi-temp cooking.


Aging Beautifully

A few days ago I was driving a man in his 60’s to a social service agency, and as we rolled up to a red light and looked to our right, we noticed a vendor selling her wares at the curb. The sign read: Everything You Need to Age Beautifully.


Mother’s Day…Gratitude and Sadness

Preparing for Mother’s Day at the Soup Kitchen took nearly all week. Our younger children designed beautiful cards and packed baskets of toiletries and granola bars for their moms and grandmas. One poignant moment occurred when a 7 year old boy got disturbed and sad while working on this project. Whispering to his table counselor, he very quietly informed her that his mother was in prison and he didn’t know what to do. For myself, Mother’s Day was delightful. I had to do some quick shopping on 8 mile and I was so moved that within the store at least 20 employees and customers wished me a Happy Mother’s Day. Deep in my heart all this past week, I’ve been remembering my own mom—deceased now for fourteen years. Devoted t o each of us, never giving up on any of us, she brought us up with faith, music, art, scouts, education, gardens and great commitment to family. My brother imagines her continuing her music in the heavens, “Somewhere beyond the stars she is probably leading a group to, “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.”