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The Bats at Dusk
When the western sky takes on the ombré hues of pastel purple, pink and blue, and after I have tended my plants, I watch a nature show from my backyard. The bats come out at dusk, their natural timing impeccable. As night’s arrival varies throughout the year, so does the start of this beautiful production.…
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The Tooth Bury
Water from the hose nozzle splashed onto the mix of grass and mostly dirt I call a lawn. It had been a couple of weeks since any substantial rain, and I wanted to continue the progress early July rains had made in enticing stolons (runners) to fill in bare areas. I hear you naysayers—“but we’re…
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Driving Ms. Crazy
According to my son, driving me around can only be described as driving Ms. Crazy. In fact, I just returned from a 5 day trip with said son. Over those 5 days, he drove me near and far—quickly, very quickly— checking out the sites, and at most stops checking his brakes—they work well, really, really…
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July 4, 2025
Today after church, I decided to go out and run some errands. I needed to get out—get away from constantly checking my phone for the devastating alerts of the tragedy in Kerrville. Over the past couple of days, I have tried distracting myself, but at the ping of an update I want to see if…
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Travel the Solar System without leaving Earth’s Atmosphere
Travel the solar system, without leaving earth’s atmosphere. By Jenny Castillo, Leisure travel has undergone astronomical change within the last century. Where ocean liners, trains and airplanes were considered next-level travel, spaceships have now entered the imagination. Private companies are promising trips to space in the not-so-distant future. While these excursions sound stellar, they may…
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I see stories everywhere.
Much better than seeing dead people—seeing stories everywhere is not so scary as it is overwhelming. There are story ideas jotted down everywhere—on scraps of paper, calendar entries, sticky notes, emails to myself, voice memos, and texts. Some of my story ideas go back so far, they no longer hold relevance. In the past year…
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.
