I was with my daughter, Jenna the other day in her Manhattan apartment. She lives alone with her cat, Poppy. Jenna is now 27 and she is at the age where a lot of her friends are getting engaged or soon to be married. When I was 27 many, many years ago, my mom would hound me about when I was going to get married. I don’t do that with Jenna because I know she is living her best life.