Today we visited the Museum of the Palestinian People, a small but deeply moving museum just off 18th Street NW in Washington, DC. From the moment we entered, it was clear this space was thoughtfully curated to offer a rich and personal portrayal of Palestinian culture, history, and identity—something rarely given such a platform in the United States.
We joined a guided tour, which added a great deal of depth to the experience. Our guide was passionate and knowledgeable, walking us through the permanent exhibits with a focus on how the Palestinian story is told through art, artifacts, oral histories, and personal narratives. The tour began with ancient history and moved through centuries of cultural contribution, touching on language, architecture, and agricultural traditions.
We then moved into the more modern sections, where the exhibits shift in tone to reflect the colonial period, displacement, and resistance. The tour also highlighted the contemporary contributions of Palestinians around the world in art, science, and activism. There were pieces by Palestinian-American artists, poetry installations, and even interactive digital exhibits where we could listen to personal testimonies. It felt like a living, breathing record of a people who have managed to preserve their culture and humanity despite ongoing struggle.
One section focused on diaspora communities and how they continue to engage with and express their identity in exile.
What made this museum stand out was not just the historical content, but the sense of dignity and resilience that ran through every exhibit. The tone was not angry or didactic, but determined and humanizing. It was a powerful reminder that history is not only written in textbooks but lives in people’s stories.
Visiting the Museum of the Palestinian People was both an educational and emotional experience. It left us with a deeper appreciation for a culture often misunderstood or misrepresented. More than anything, it made me want to listen more—to stories, voices, and histories we don’t always hear.
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Detroit Institute of Arts
Today we spent a wonderfully art-filled day at the Detroit Institute of Arts, focusing on the second floor and letting ourselves get a little happily lost in the galleries. It was the kind of museum day that makes you slow down, look twice, and leave with a head full of colors, faces, and stories. The
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A Visit to the Cleveland Museum of Art
I’ll admit it — we totally underestimated the Cleveland Museum of Art. We figured we’d pop in for a couple of hours, check out a few paintings, and grab lunch somewhere nearby. But wow, this place just kept going…and going…and going. The museum is huge — not just in size, but in the range of art they’ve
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A Day of Rock and Roll
Wow, Cleveland totally rocked my world! We finally made it to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum, and it was everything I hoped for—loud, flashy, emotional, and way cooler than any textbook version of music history. The moment we walked into that glass pyramid right by Lake Erie, it felt like stepping into a