Dlisted (2005-2023)

Today is the last day of Dlisted. And if anything’s feeling it hard, it’s my delete button since I’ve hit it (and not in a sexy way) at least 800 times while trying to write the first few sentences of this final post. I couldn’t hate goodbyes more if they wore CROCS, and I’m a master at the Irish exit, but this is one goodbye I want to and must make. But be warned, if the love child of an obit and a sad awards show acceptance speech sounds like a Rosemary’s Baby to you, then brace yourself because that’s what this post may turn out to be.

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