Pollyanna

I think Mary is a bit of a Pollyanna.

I called Tom a Pollyanna.

Pollyanna Pocket was small, with long floppy ears and a tail that coiled upwards in a little ringlet. She was a bouncy, happy young dog, who frolicked all day

You call her an optimist, but I call her an obnoxious Pollyanna.

I never wanna hear / From any cheerful Pollyannas / Who tell you Fate supplies a mate / It's all bananas

‘Next time we’re going to have fun, OK?’ I wanted this album to go towards the light. You indulge in the grief to a certain point, but then you have to be a little bit Pollyanna.”