This is my blog.

Wow, that was hot.

This blog is my foray into the public world. It shows who I am I think more than anything I’ve ever done. I am all over the map. I’ve got a lot on my mind. Most of what’s on my mind never makes it here. I could post sadness about my youth or my personal story, but really, really?

No tears in your beers here. This is not another country music song. I don’t believe in being maudlin at the expense of currying favor or readership. So if you’re looking to come here and cry over my sad stories, find another blog because everyone has a story.

Some stories are harder to hear than others and I think that when people share stuff like that, while it’s therapeutic and can create a sense of community and connection, I believe it can injure as well. It allows us to stay in victim mode and enables anger to foment. It’s pretty simple to me: if you want to be happy: BE HAPPY.

I don’t believe in feeling sorry for myself for shit (excuse me) that happened years decades ago.  I paid someone a lot of money to sit on their couch and dig up my past and feel sorry for myself weekly for 4 years; it was exhausting but eminently worthy. I had a good therapist though and they’re hard to find. So with him, I figured it out. The kind of shit I stirred up is not manure and spreading it throughout the world does NO ONE any good.

What does do good is expressing the lessons from the stories; sharing best practices from the stories; and being grateful for where I am (we all are) now.

The world is full of sad stories. We needn’t go online to read them; we can turn on the TV or the radio (remember that?) or open a newspaper (remember that too?) or remember our worst birthday ever to experience them.

This world I’ve created, Grass Oil, is my refuge and I hope yours too, from the world of pathetic and maudlin bathos.

You can always email me at

Thank you.
© 2011-2013 Molly Turner Field :: All Rights Reserved.

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  1. Hi, Molly,

    I’ve nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Please see the details on my recent blog post for more info. Thanks for doing what you do, for inspiring me to be a better writer, for being true to yourself, and for being REAL.

    • hey girl… i’m getting around to this now. back to school mode has taken my head off, shaken it and put it back on. the month of August?: blitz memory… thank you for nominating me and i’ll get on it this weekend. i’ve been nominated for two other awards as well. i hope you are doing well, you busy bee, you. 🙂

      • Not to worry, Molly. I know these things take time to do, and I definitely understand busy. You are most certainly welcome. I hope you are doing great too and that your tennis elbow is healing. (Yes, I have been reading your posts, but it’s been hard to find time to do more than just “Like.”)

        BTW, I have yet to google sculling. Sounds like hard work. To me, exercise is a dirty word, but the older I get, the more I think I need to start.

      • Stacie, you’re so clever! Sculling involves water, rowing and water…and rowing. I love it. No dirt. But goose poop sometimes. Tennis elbow is hopefully on the mend.

        The older I get (and I’m planning to write about this) the more I realize that daily, concerted motion of some moderate effort is necessary to not only health, but to survival and quality of life. Don’t fear sweat, crave it.

        Talk soon and stay busy… 🙂

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