In early December of 2015, I was on a beautiful island in the Caribbean. My heart was BROKEN. I had just learned a few weeks before that a pregnancy I desperately wanted and prayed for wasn’t viable.

As everyone listed their choices (heavy on the Kelly Clarkson), I thought long and hard. But I couldn’t think of one. Maybe it is that I don’t feel guilty for any of the music I listen to. Or maybe it ...