Did Anyone Else Ever Lie About Their Age?

Did you ever speak softly when the pharmacist asks your birthdate? I have. More than once.

Once, I even told a boyfriend I was a year younger so I wouldn’t be older than him. (This was before the internet — people didn’t check.)

And yes, I have whispered my birthdate in public. Today at CVS, I told the pharmacy tech my birthday was 8/15 — and guess what? So is hers. We celebrated right there in the prescription pickup line.

Until my influencer nephew, Jeremy Cohen, blasted my age on Instagram (thanks, Jeremy), I never told people how old I was. In the corporate world, there’s enough ageism already — why stir the pot?

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Which brings me to my birthday tomorrow.

I loved being 71 because I graduated high school in 1971 and thought that was cool.
What’s cool about 72? Nothing.
But that’s okay.

Today, I met Jeremy’s grandma, who’s about to turn 90. She’s been doing ballet since she was 3, still drives everywhere, has a great boyfriend in his 90s, and has the best attitude.

Here we are Grandma, Mom and Me.

Aunt Elyssa says, “C’MON, Birthday! I’m ready for you — open arms, full heart, and no fear of the number.”