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.


Imagine a time when you have exerted yourself under the burning sun. Each bead of sweat rolling off your forehead taking with it water, salt, and energy you must focus on getting back. This scenario brings to mind times I have mowed my yard in 100 degree heat, or done intense cardio workouts.

Now call to mind the feel of the cool water after such an exertion, as you gulp it down. I think the San Antonio soil felt that recently. A cold-front-cooled refreshing drink of water is what the soil received. After months and years of soil’s toil of supporting our trees, rooting our lands, and being the ground we literally walk on—water was just the thing San Antonio soil needed. After the rains, I swear, I heard the dirt burp.