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.


Today I went for a walk with a friend at the Pearsall Park “hills.” These steep mounds are not naturally occurring geological features, rather, they are the man made mounds from generations of San Antonians’ refuse. I really started to contemplate this on my walk today as I noticed the unusually high occurrence of glass, and plastic packaging with vintage style logos. The top of the hills are eroding and the trash is reemerging. What kind of capping was done with this landfill before opening it up as a park? What can be done to reestablish the protective layer between the landfill and the trails?

I don’t want to talk trash, because I really enjoy walking trash, but San Antonio Parks and Recreation, please ensure that these hills are protected from erosion and protected from relinquishing their 60s-80s era trash back into the environment. Leon creek runs right alongside the park, adding to its charm, but also increasing the harm of vintage plastics making their way into the water system.