The actual milestone itself is on Sunday, but another day or two doesn’t make much difference. I am no longer ‘in my 30s’. This is not possible. Positively inconceivable.

Remember when you were a little kid and you first found out how old your mom was? She was, maybe 26 and you thought that was older than dirt. And your grandparents (who were probably in their 40s) were so old that you couldn’t even wrap your grade-school mind around the number. Then one day, you wake up and you’re the one who’s older than dirt. The neighborhood kids call you ma’am and your doctor is younger than you are. How the heck does this happen?

I have no crow’s feet, I still get carded at the liquor store and I only have a couple of grey hairs; I’m fortunate to come from families that age well. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it