Danielle Dayney

Tag: amwriting

  • Why Lockdown Drills Scare Me More Than My Child

    Why Lockdown Drills Scare Me More Than My Child

    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…

  • Tick, Tock

    Tick, Tock

    Seconds slowly slip through fingers Time ticks by, it’s lost forever Blood has spilt and still it lingers Seconds slowly slip through fingers Tomorrow is our last endeavor Seconds slowly slip through fingers Time ticks by, it’s lost forever   Photo by Heather Zabriskie

  • Why Target Moms Are My Tribe

    Why Target Moms Are My Tribe

    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…

  • First Chair

    First Chair

    The cool air pressed firmly against her skin between the layers of warm cotton. Despite the mountain’s familiarity, her teeth still clanked together from more than just the cold. “I can do this,” she said. Exhaling, she watched her breath form a tiny cloud in front of her face. She pulled her Burton mittens farther onto her hands and…

  • Hard Ciders, Hip Hop Legends and Some Crow’s Feet.

    Hard Ciders, Hip Hop Legends and Some Crow’s Feet.

    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…

  • 7 Tips to Give Your Child for a Great School Year

    7 Tips to Give Your Child for a Great School Year

    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…

  • Could I Please Pee in Peace? As a Mom, it’s Not Likely.

    Could I Please Pee in Peace? As a Mom, it’s Not Likely.

    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…

  • How I Would Like To Remember My Mom

    How I Would Like To Remember My Mom

    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…

  • A Letter To My Biological Father

    A Letter To My Biological Father

    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…

  • When Anxiety Strikes Your Fruit Bowl

    When Anxiety Strikes Your Fruit Bowl

    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…