Once when my daughter was in college, we were driving down the freeway to some event. She was justifiably upset about something that had happened to her. We allowed her to rant, we validated her right to be angry, we agreed that an injustice had occurred, we offered solutions, but she was locked in a loop of frustration and despair. So, I snuck her favorite CD (the Kinky Boots soundtrack) out of the storage box, slid it into the player…
