nonfiction
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Each day, I watch my daughter climb the steps of the big yellow school bus on her way to class. As it speeds off with her inside, it pulls the breath from my chest along with it. As much as I hate to admit it, the violent world we live in forces a small part…
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Hey you, Mom in the yoga pants with her hair pulled back in the perfect messy bun, baby strapped securely to your chest in her Ergo while you sip your PSL. You’re perusing those clearance racks because you needed to get out of the house. That’s me, too. “How can I help you, Ma’am?” the…
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My thirty-fifth birthday is around the corner and it has me wondering all kinds of strange almost-middle-aged things. Such as, where do I get Botox for my crow’s feet? Or why won’t those extra pounds come off like they used too? And, why am I so freaking tired all the time? Some days I feel…
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Whether it’s your child’s first day of Kindergarten, or last day of high school, we’ve been there and we know how scary it can be. We also know everything will be fine, right? Tell her to keep her head high, follow this advice and sky’s the limit: Tell Her to be Brave Tell her not to…
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I quickly and quietly shut the door, sit on the porcelain seat, and gather my wad of white paper. I exhale loudly and shrug my shoulders, trying to relax because a moment of silence is worth more than gold in my house. But instead of relaxing and doing what I came here to do, I…
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I let the warm grains of sand sift between my fingers and float toward the ocean with the breeze. I’ve never been here, but I know this place well from her stories. I close my eyes and listen to the rhythmic white noise of water colliding with the beach. Filling my lungs with air, I…
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Below is my round three submission for the first Yeah Write Super Challenge. I am proud to say I was in the top ten. *** Dear Biological Father, I have every right to hate you. Most children need their daddies, and growing up I was no different. But I hated my weekend visits to your apartment after mom…
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I’m typically an easy going person. I try not to raise my voice above speaking level. I volunteer occasionally. I’m tolerant and understanding. I am, for the most part, level-headed and kind. But every person has her breaking point and, well, mine was the stupid fruit bowl. It wasn’t an extraordinary day, by any stretch…
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Below is my entry for the second round of the Yeah Write Super Challenge. In the essay, I had to write a persuasive essay answering the question, “Do you find value in playing video games?” I made it to round three – hooray! And in case you wanted to read it, here is my round one essay.…
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When I was young, my mom worked at the K-mart salon, making a living giving perms to the elderly while they were shopping. I would go to work with her, watching her flawless beauty as she mingled with clients. She was elegant then, with long hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades in…
Danielle Dayney 
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