The freeway, an emblem of soulless, alienated modern life, is the last place one would expect to have a spiritual epiphany. But I did, in July 2011 during “Carmageddon” in Los Angeles, and I’d been wanting to write about it for over a year. Even then it took multiple drafts to figure out the heart of the story. Yes, it was a sign from above that prompted a surge of unexpected emotion as I zoomed by at 70 mph. But where had that pent-up reservoir of feelings come from?

Read my latest piece for Huffington Post:  “False Alarm, True Belonging: Why I am Grateful for Carmageddon.”