Funny Duchess

Blog of artist and poet, Michelle Seaman

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October 25, 2018

Pheasant

Benjamin and I were taking the backroads from Delaware to New York when I saw a pheasant on the side of the road. He was standing tall and his bright colors jolted me. Prior to this glimpse of a lovely creature, I was in the throes of a panic attack. I used to love driving, – Read More –

August 6, 2018

Rare

“Benjamin, there’s something moving under that plastic bag!” We were standing on the water’s edge of Tarrytown Lake. Wedged between the rocks was a crumpled, black plastic bag and something was poking its head against it, over and over. Before Benjamin could take a look, I concluded that it was a turtle in need of – Read More –

July 8, 2018

Thoughtless Walking, Playful Dancing

I am wandering trails again, long distances around lakes, beside marshes, under oaks and pines. I am meandering streets in New York City, discovering coffee shops and used book stores. There are no sharp jolts of pain or dull pulsing aches. I do not need a cane. I am free. To return to movement is – Read More –

May 21, 2018

Lilac Thank You Notes

It’s been 5 months since I had my hip replaced, and the gratitude I have felt calls for a long, thank you list… Thank you most, Benjamin, for never leaving my side. From the beginning, back in November, when I made the decision to have surgery, through the scary moments when I looked ‘too small’ – Read More –

April 10, 2018

Trenzas

I was biking on the trail that curves around Tarrytown Lakes when I saw a little girl in the distance. She was on a pink bike with training wheels, tassels wispy in the breeze. Her mom stood next to her, steadying the bike, encouraging her to go. As I passed, the little girl looked up – Read More –

August 7, 2017

Faster Mo(n)sters

“Hey Shelley, watch this!” exclaimed my Aunt Margie as she twisted her hips all the way down to the floor and up again. “Impressive!” I cheered back. Margie and I were on the dance floor at my niece’s wedding, trading moves, showing off. I love my Aunt Margie. She has always been a joyful, generous – Read More –

July 13, 2017

Love Letter to Benjamin

I can’t say it enough. Thank you, Benjamin. Thank you for giving me these years of writing, these years of working peacefully at my own pace, this long opportunity of staying inside my head, listening to my voice. Thank you for freeing me from the cacophony of student chatter. As lovely as teaching often was, – Read More –

July 7, 2017

Mariposas

A shadow passed over the Rose of Sharon and disappeared. I waited. I knew how to daydream out my studio window. I’ve waited for bees in the morning and bats at twilight. The only thing different now was that this was the middle of the day, high noon, or as I like to think of – Read More –

June 28, 2017

Diane and Bill and Nick and Nora

My Mom and Dad are generous people. It would take a full novel to describe everything they’ve done for me, but during the week of their 51st anniversary, I wanted to take a moment to highlight some of the most important gifts. Because of Diane and William, my parents, I am grateful for the following: – Read More –

June 21, 2017

Brendan and Julie Plus One!

I am in love. My latest crush has a quick smile, sweet brown eyes, and the best, expressive eyebrows in the world. He sings, loves the sound of buzzing bees, and when he wiggles his toes, well, I can’t get enough. I melt. Don’t worry. Benjamin is not jealous. He’s in love with him too. – Read More –

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