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.


Butterfly in the sky, please gain altitude FAST. I’m not watching old reruns of Reading Rainbow, I am, however watching nature (the real thing, not the tv Channel). A neighborhood alley cat that thinks it owns my backyard** is poised and ready to pounce on a beautiful black butterfly sipping nectar from a Mexican Sage bush. According to a quick Copilot Search,

Yes, cats do eat butterflies. They are attracted to them due to their movement and colors.

My favorite part of this whole observation and subsequent rabbit hole research is that no matter the species, moderation is key with delectable treats.

**Stay tuned for an upcoming post, titled “The Poop I Scoop” about stray cats and dogs in my neighborhood.