To make a long story longer.

One year ago I convinced myself to start a blog. A domain name and a dream was all I could muster—it was as far as my courage would let me go. In the 11 months since, I have found reason after reason against putting my words on a public facing medium—after all, I’m not a writer. You see, twenty-two years ago, I acquired a degree in journalism, but never practiced it because another dream was born.

Jenny Castle has a knack to make a long story longer—spin a story to put a smile on your face. These are the tales of an extraordinarily ordinary life of a dreamer, a feeler, and sometimes make believer. In a little over one month I, Jenny Castle, will turn 45, and age has finally pushed this “late bloomer” into believing that I AM A WRITER—and this is my page.


Girl, your roots are showing.

I’m young-ish—forty-five and a half to be exact. My hair started greying in my late 30’s and after trying both professional and home-kit dyes, I decided my money and time were more valuable towards other endeavors than for a tinted coiffure.

This blog site is aptly titled “The Adventures of Jenny Castle” because most of the stories in these posts are things that truly only happen to me. For example, in regards to my hair, I have been questioned about:

Why I was making this choice? Whether I have “given up”? And I have been told that if I wanted to meet anyone of the male persuasion, I should probably dye my hair.

I probably could have asked the exact people questioning me a few inquiries of my own, like:

How many layers of dead skin ya got on them heels? or Any chance you own a toothbrush?

I mean really humans. Let’s be kind to each other and keep our personal grooming comments to ourselves.