Danielle Dayney

Category: nonfiction

  • One Little Birdie

    One Little Birdie

    It was an ordinary spring day; full of sunshine, puffy clouds, and a light breeze that smelled faintly of flowers. My window was down and my short, dark hair was snapping back and forth, lightly stinging my freckled cheeks. Tortoise colored sunglasses covered half my face and kept the sun’s rays from reaching my blue…

  • Time again.

    Time again.

    I pushed myself out of bed this morning and blinked, closing one eye to focus on the bright red numbers staring back at me.  It was only 4:48 a.m. I still had time. With a fresh tear already stinging my sleep-deprived eyes, I stumbled down the stairs, covered in pillow-y soft carpet.  The feel of…

  • Shades of Color

    Shades of Color

    Blue for boys, pink for girls, and toys in separate aisles.  “I want this one, Mommy,” she says, “but they will make fun of me.” “A toy is just a toy,” I tell her.  “Get that Stormtrooper.” Sometimes we should be purple.

  • The Day I Snapped.

    The Day I Snapped.

    I can remember the day like it was only just yesterday. I was sitting on my white couch, dirtied with muddy paw prints, baby spit-up and something neon pink, which I couldn’t quite decipher.  My head was clouded from lack of sleep and I hadn’t showered in what seemed like days.  My oldest daughter wanted…