Shanon Angermeyer Norman
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Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.
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Popeta E Polenta
Many of my blood relatives were born in Italy including my mother Isabella who was born in Trieste. All of the women in the family were amazing cooks. As an American, I'm not really sure if that is an Italian thing, a Latin thing, or a Catholic thing. Having tasted many of the family dishes, I focused my attention mainly on lasagna to be my signature dish; However, I am not going to share that recipe for this challenge because I think that my lasagna is as Americanized as modern pizza. I'd rather talk about "Popeta E Polenta" as the cultural dish which is a bridge to my family's history. Most people have had burger patties and mashed potatoes, but not everyone is familiar with the Italian version known as "Popeta E Polenta". I believe of all the Italian dishes that I was raised on, "Popeta E Polenta" is the dish that carries on our generational history and tradition most accurately.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Feast
The Orphans in the Woods
"What time is it?" Rohan asked his sister as he turned off from one County Road and unto the next County Road. Gertrude looked down at her watch which was difficult to read in the dark. She pulled out a small flashlight that was in the glovebox to shed some more light on the device.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Chapters
The Orphans in the Woods
After the sunset, the darkness of the evening was evident and Rohan could feel the pressure of darkness for the first time in his life. He'd never been scared of the dark and didn't understand any of the children he'd known who had expressed those fears. But on this evening, he finally understood that fear. The darkness of this evening was both a blessing and a curse. It would hide the fact that he shouldn't be driving, yet also make the driving more difficult for him.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Chapters
Ol Jersey Gal Remembering The Shores
The above photo is an angled view of a piece of Atlantic City, New Jersey in 2025. Photos like this one have me reminiscing about my childhood in New Jersey and many summer holidays spent at "The Shores". For my family there were three swimming spots that we frequented: Asbury Park, Seaside Heights, and McDonald Park - which was a lake and park, no longer open to the public today. I never went to visit Atlantic City when I was a child, though I had heard plenty of the adults talk about their mini-vacations there especially the women who loved bingo and the slot machines.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in History
Accepting Different Opinions is a Good Rule of Thumb for Success
As an English student, and then an English teacher I learned and taught classic grammar, spelling, and writing styles. As an artist and liberal, I also included philosophies and approaches that have been mentioned in literature such as "The Elements of Style" by Strunk and White (though there are many other writers and fans who have published more on that subject). I mention all this not to toot my own horn, but as a reminder of my experience and opinion that I re-present in my response to Cody Dakota Wooten's opinionated piece "A Suprising Success Secret That Most People Miss". I have already informed Cody that I disagree with his opinion. Here and now, I will share my opinion.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Motivation
The Orphans in the Woods
It was a sunny day and the heat of late August was permeating in the air. Rohan had gathered the packed bags into a pile near the doorway between the living room and kitchen. He heard the mailman's vehicle drive by and peeked from the window curtain to see if he had driven far off enough for Rohan to go outside without being noticed. When he felt safe -- he could not see anyone or hear anyone near, he quietly and carefully went outside to get the mail from the mailbox and open the trunk door of the Mustang. Then he went back into the house holding the mail of the past two days in his hands. He sat at the bistro table and looked over the mail. He could hear his sister grumbling about the house stench from her bedroom.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Chapters
