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It was all a dream.
It has been months since it last rained, and although the weather forecast did predict rain, I really didn’t expect it. At about 3:00 a.m. I was woken out of a deep sleep—flashes of light through the window intermittently illuminated my bedroom. And commotion—there was definite commotion outside. This commotion is what had me in…
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Girl, your roots are showing. On going grey and all the things people say.
I’m young-ish—forty-five and a half to be exact. My hair started greying in my late 30’s and after trying both professional and home-kit dyes, I decided my money and time were more valuable towards other endeavors than for a tinted coiffure. This blog site is aptly titled “The Adventures of Jenny Castle” because most of…
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Ode to Jetta
Jetta means “jet stream” in German. I own one. It is actually my second Jetta and I absolutely love it! Current Jetta’s name is Smurfette for her beautiful grayish blue hue. Previous Jetta’s name was Pearl, but she’s undergone a name change since getting a new owner…my son. He decided “la güera” would be a…
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Butterfly in the Sky
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…
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From the desk of Ms. Castillo, a Texas teacher.
Dear Texas, The state of education in our beloved Tejas—if rated on YELP—would be a lone star. On a report card, political leaders have earned an F in government and economics. And, over the past couple of years our political change-makers would most certainly have earned a few referrals to the principal’s office for bullying.…
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Experiment Fail
Today we were going to do an experiment in my 2nd grade class. The excitement and anticipation had grown for over a week, and one student in particular was beyond excited for the elephant toothpaste lab. He r researched on his own over the past week, and as I discovered, our versions of research really…
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Only Fans
It is day three of no a/c. Day three of autumnal equinox. Day three of sleeping stark raving maddeningly naked as I shopped around for a decent price on a condenser coil. In South Texas, the fear of car or home air conditioning failure in the dog days of perpetual summer rival only the fear…
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The Underwear Aisle
On a recent trip to Ross, my first in many years, I had what can only be described as “an episode”. Not an episode of faintness, nor an episode of woe, but more a Twilight Zone episode of whoa!? I spent two hours perusing the wall-to-wall racks of rock bottom prices. Amazon has had such…
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The Peoples’ Pastime
Football, basketball, and baseball games are entertainment—a way for Americans to unwind. The same gathering of the masses for sporting events have been around since the Colosseum. Hearing all the discussion about Project Marvel has me thinking about the real issue at the core of all sports entertainment—people can’t afford it anymore. Think of professional…
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Chat GPT—WWJD?
Stop expending so much energy and resources in the fight over the 10 Commandments in school—use AI to modify the content of the heavy stone tablets and slap ‘em on a poster. You’ll find that the rules to live by have been in schools all along. 10 Awesome Life Rules for Kids
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.
