there was a girl, living in Washington, DC . 

It was a magical world filled with strange creatures and mythical places in a time of chaos known as 'the mid 20's'. In this world, motorcades and metro trains carried citizens across the land; wizards called lobbyists and press secretaries could make even the ugliest situation appear beautiful; creatures called lawyers and politicians roamed the streets; and castles on 'hills' and magic wands known as 'security clearances' added to the regional charm.

It was a land where the people, the landscape and even the weather was in a constant state of flux and where appearances seldom resembled reality.

And so the girl lived and worked in a manner that, on the surface, would seem to be of no particular consequence and certainly contained nothing worthy of documentation to hold the attention of avid blog readers the world over.

Her life appeared indistinguishable from many of her friends: on a budget; adrift on a sea of blind dates, evenings out and chance encounters;  constantly questioning her dreams and decisions; riding the tides of cynicism and hope; measuring life in happy hours, political cycles, relationships, hangovers, paychecks, emails, black-tie gatherings, text messages, apartments and most importantly,  friendships.

But then this city worked its magic on her and transformed her life into a succession of comedic, dramatic, romantic, series of events and encounters worthy of an absurd sitcom or outrageous variety show (ala The Muppets). And so she felt the need to share this ridiculousness and comment, share, rant, rave and on occasion ramble.

One day the girl made a mistake...she let her temper fly on her last blog and... well she was lucky not to get fired over an ill advised rant.

Lost and siteless but only temporarilly discouraged, a guardian angel (I would say fairy godmother but he might get offended) found her and with a click of his mouse gave her a new home, a better home (big hugs and even bigger thanks to BC).

And thus my own not so magical land of "The Scarlett Letters" was born with its subtle reference to my favorite cinematic character and it's not so subtle literary origins that carry with it the legacy of stigma and branding all things 'bad'.

So welcome to my world. A world in which I am still finding my way and my voice; where the language is laced with dry humor; where stillettos and football* games go together like peas and carrots; where happy hour starts long before 5; where I make mistakes, get angry and laugh my @ss off; where I will never love anything as much as I love my cat; where no one knows your name and you like it that way; where comments are welcomed and where strong women who fight for what they believe in are always adored. 

In conclusion: the girl lived happily, comically, sarcastically, hopefully, cynically, lovingly, musically, creatively and most importantly....fabulously ever after.