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Hope and Mild Indigestion



note from Heather: This is part one of a five part series. It’s about a girl. and a guy. and a handful of experiences with tomatoes. It’s about a family of ducks. and trusting yourself. and the truth about hope. enjoy. xo.

Hope & Mild Indigestion: Part 1
by Megan Orcholski


Peggy, mother of five, teaches at a high school about 10 minutes down the highway from where she lives. One night on her way home there was an adorable mama duck and her babies were trying to cross the busy interstate. Peggy missed them but knew that the giant semi behind her would hit them. A movement made her look to see the semi make a giant swerve, risk tipping over and miss the ducks! She really thought they were going to make it, they were almost at the median. But then a white car ran right over them. He didn’t swerve or make any effort but instead plowed right into the ducks. Peggy started screaming and couldn’t stop. She called her husband and what she kept telling him over and over was, “It wasn’t that the ducks died. I knew the ducks were going to die. The car killed my hope.”


I don’t like tomatoes, never have. When I receive tomatoes on my salad, I give them away. In all of the years I have purchased my own groceries, I have never bought a tomato for self consumption. I can handle tomato sauce, I love ketchup. But raw tomatoes have always been something to avoid. It isn’t that I had one once as a child and never tried again. I have made an effort throughout the years to enjoy the fruit. I can remember my grandmother carrying a plate of big juicy slices and I purposely tried one. I hated it.


When I met Bobby*, a friend of a friend, I didn’t even consider him a legitimate person, let alone entertain the idea that I should be interested in him. This was mostly because of his looks; I had heard he was good looking, but when I finally met Bobby, I was shocked at how attractive he was. I put him in movie star category–not real. When we ended up at the same party a few weeks after I met him, I still didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t until he came back home with a friend to watch a movie and we ended up sharing a blanket and I thought his leg was purposely pressing against mine that I had to start considering the reality that this could be something. Even if it was a one night something. When everyone left and it was just us, we kissed. We kissed and touched most of the night, pressing our bodies into each other, trying to believe that we had found something that gave us a physical high we couldn’t achieve on our own. It has been a really long time since I had felt that right with anyone.

That first night he said something so striking. We were lying in my bed, entwined, talking about his son, and he said that he would never want to have any more children. As someone who craves children of my own I asked incredulously, “Never?”

jonah-a-veggietales-movie,jpgHe paused, as if trying to arrange his words flawlessly.

“Right now, I never want any more. But I am wise enough to know that I may not always feel like this.”

I am constantly trying to explain that concept–the current, infinite belief with that realization that change may be inevitable.

I remember trying to explain to him that he could come back; I knew I wanted this again. The intimate connection of people is always delicate but I find that it becomes increasingly difficult to make sure everyone involved is on the same page. I feel as if I am always fighting the perpetuated stereotype that women want an immediate relationship and that we are clingy. Yet I would never want something that isn’t mutual, thus there is no risk of one-sided want. Why couldn’t we just keep doing this? If more develops, it will. But how do I explain to someone I’ve just met my current beliefs on romantic and physical relationships? How do tell him that I purposely waited until I was 24 and had acquired the perfect equivalent before I had intercourse? How do I make my detailed reasons for not having sex with him that night understood? How do I illustrate that I was almost married twice and have pretty much given up on having expectations of a monogamous relationship? How do I reassure him he can come back and I will be rational and thoughtful, with no risk of forced commitment or binding behavior?

I don’t. I give him my card the next morning and hope he calls. Surprisingly, he texts me within minutes of leaving my door.

to be continued…




*Name changed.


My friend Katy has a great weekly feature over on her adorable blog Katy Loves called “Weekend Cravings.”  Each Friday, Katy shares what details she is longing for her weekend to fulfill.

Katy Loves

During my lunch hour this fabulous Monday, I found myself jotting down a list of what I desire for my life this week.  I read over the collection of wants a time or two, stopping to pause and reflect on each item I’d mentioned, reminding myself that it’s up to me to have a week worth of Happiness.  

My list reminded me an awful lot of Katy’s cravings posts, and I decided to join her in celebrating that which we desire with a quick little post of what I’m longing for myself, as January comes to close and February briskly runs her short self into our lives.

This week I’m craving:

HIMYM Season 4. Nick and I have been working our way through the series from start to current.  We finished Season 3 last night. I’ve watched all the episodes before, but it’s been fun to rewatch them with someone who hasn’t seen them and doesn’t know what’s coming. 


Time to Read. I’m currently working my way through Curtis Sittenfeld’s prep. [I read for 3 hours Saturday morning, before even making it out of bed!]  Though one chapter left me completely uneasy, I am deeply enjoying this book – just as much as I loved American Wife – and I hope to finish before the end of the week.

Time to Write. I have a lot of “write this, that and the other thing” on my to-do list for the next few weeks.  I may sneak off to the library for a bit to be ultra-productive, if I can’t find quiet time in my day-to-day. 

Cuddle time with Benson. Because, well, I’m always in the want for lounging around the apartment in cozy clothes, snuggling with my favorite kitten.

A trip to the Salvation Army.  I have dozens of bags and boxes of donations to make, which are currently taking over my living room. 

An avocado BLT from my favorite lunch spot. I have a lunch date with my friend Kristine this week, which will totally make this happen! Woot!

Time with the girls.  I am so excited to have plans with a group of my favorite friends this Friday.  We’re meeting for drinks/dinner and an improv comedy show and I couldn’t be more excited.  A) I love comedy, and the process of it all, and am excited to see a local improv troop.  B) I feel like it’s been forever since I sat down with these ladies and I can’t wait to catch up on their lives and get some insight from them on so many things!


What are you craving this week?

 p.s. you should consider joining Katy by posting your weekend cravings this friday!!