• Don’t call me “Dear”

    “Well, you do have all those gray hairs.” I point to the few silver strands coming through. “They’re not gray,” Mom barks at me as she opens her door. “They’re strands of glittery goodness.” Margaret McHeyzer, Dying Wish I knew it was coming. It comes...
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  • Dear good guy with a gun,

    Chillax. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is coming for your guns. If you are mentally stable, safe, responsible, law-abiding, and AWOL from the no-fly list – lock and load pal. We. Don’t. Care. Somehow the gun manufacturers and their hobby lobby gang, the National Rifle...
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  • Baby Dutch babies

    Dutch baby pancakes, sometimes called German pancakes or Dutch puffs, are a hybrid of pancake, crepe, and popover — all in one skillet. I like to pour the batter into a mini-muffin pan and serve them like popovers as opposed to puffy pancakes. Your friends and family...
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  • The answer to gun violence is ‘all of the above’

    As the gun control debate rages on, the most frustrating aspect of this ideological fight to the death is its “either/or” nature. It’s not “either/or.” It’s “all of the above.” It’s injecting sanity into our gun laws, like raising the purchase age to 21. If...
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  • The gold throne

    The dream had felt so real. In his dream, a beautiful woman had approached him carrying a tray of food and wine, hips swaying — enticing. He reached for it eagerly; he knew he would end up in bed with her. He took a bite...
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  • Fairy tale day

    In honor of Fairy tale day, several of our great writers of iPinion have written a fairy tale in celebration. Make this day magical!
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  • Barrens

    Elenora sighed and threw back the thin covers, exposing her skinny, dirty legs to the rushing cold. Around her, the other Barrens emerged from their inadequate cocoons against the elements that blew in without resistance from the walls that defined the bounds of their existence....
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  • Just like that

    Once upon a time there was a little boy named Donald who prided himself on his magical powers. He defined himself not as a citizen, but as “a first-class” citizen. He bragged about privilege, power and perks. He was very, very rich. And he was...
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  • The Storyteller

    Once upon a time, in the Land of Milknhunnie, a man strolled alongside a country road, his walking stick keeping time with the heartbeat of the land. A gentle breeze stirred the brim of his aged hat, exchanging waves with the tall grasses as the...
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