http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pollyanna The original writings of author Pollyanna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775999515 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was in the city earlier today and decided to drive past the house where I spent most of my life. I think the desire to revisit the past came from reading an article a few days ago about how a man was shot and killed on the same block where I grew up. I don’t remember the neighborhood eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/730164/ This came to me earlier after I noticed a pic of a flower covered cliff overlooking the ocean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/724387/ There is so much pressure on kids today to be "attractive" and "perfect" that they're losing the ability to just be kids. Little girls are dressing like they're heading out to the clubs, while little boys are becoming so self-absorbed and callous. What type of future can they expect? For exam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/718210/ I love how the media continues to report that the recession is officially over . . . seriously?  Where would that be exactly because it sure looks like it's still going strong here. I don't even want to think about how long I've been looking for a job or calculate exactly how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704167/ The other night, I was drug into a conversation between my husband and our daughter about religion.  Considering he's a "recovering" Catholic and she's still trying to decide for herself, it was . . . interesting.  Afterwards, I explained to her what lead to my separation from all the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704166/ It feels rather odd that I'm writing this for my birthday, but it seems like the perfect time to relive the past. My parents met the beginning of November 1969 and were married on Mom's 18th birthday approximately two weeks later - November 28th; Dad was to be deplo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704162/ We've been home for a few days now and I'm still trying to wrap my head around the events from the past couple of weeks. It seems rather . . . surreal. Hearing about my dad's passing, the nonsense surrounding everything that needed to be done before the funeral could be scheduled, trying to decide b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704160/ Today started out like most mornings here at the asylum:  fighting with the kids to get them up, dressed, fed and to their respective places with minimal injury.In the midst of the morning chaos, my phone rang and, since it was a number I didn't recognize, I didn't answer.  Later, while .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704159/ It's been raining for hours now, alternating between slow-and-steady and violent-and-forceful . . . I find this range very soothing and comforting. Comforting. It's been a while since I've found anything "comforting".  Life lately has been . . . eventful, for lack of a better .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704158/ During the drive home after dropping my iníon (daughter) and gariníon (granddaughter) off with my daughter's boyfriend, my mind had time to wander.  For some reason, I felt the need to dwell on the "happy" factor of those I care about. Truth be told, I doubt most people t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704157/ Last night, I must have been more tired than I realized because shortly after lying down, I was asleep and almost immediately dreaming. In my "dream", I was driving my truck (2004 Saturn Vue, Chili Pepper Red - no denying it's mine) on an unfamiliar highway, but I was also viewing everything fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/704146/ This was inspired by the opening scenes of an episode of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" ("Anne" season 3, episode 1). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/700470/ For some reason, this came to me while driving through the snow Christmas Eve, 2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/700460/ This is something that woke me up one night, almost screaming to be written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pollyanna/700448/