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.


A person I had just met asked me if I had been at the most recent out-of-town games for the Spurs. She had been watching the game against the Portland Trail Blazers and swore she spotted me in the crowd…wearing a Spurs jersey. As random as that was—it was not me—I have heard it before. I have, in fact, heard it a million times before. I must have a face that is as common as Barbie, as recognizable as Chucky, as like-able as Al Roker.

Why do I get asked—very frequently—by random people if I was at such and such place? What is the science of faces and why is mine so darn popular? I went straight to Google and found that due to “\Stereotyping/Pattern Matching: People quickly match your clothing, demeanor, or accent to mental prototypes to guess your origin or story, which is often wrong.”

I like to think that I have a unique style and way of being, but it is obvious that it’s not completely unique to me, and that there are some people out there that are very close replicas.