A recent visit to a Muslim country raised unwelcome questions—and unnecessary fears.

(Kveller)

When I was invited to drum in Ghana, I gladly accepted. Then something went wrong.

(Nautilus)

A tale of love and dysentery.

(Skive)

Kol Nidre gets me every time.

(Tablet)

Though you’d never guess it by looking at me, I was once an African drummer.

(The Forward)

Superficial? Judgmental? Who, me?

(Fresh Yarn)