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What made this museum stand out was not just the historical content, but the sense of dignity and resilience that ran through every exhibit.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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Hillwood Home
Hillwood Home feels like stepping into a very well‑appointed time capsule, the kind where the hostess is fabulously wealthy, wildly detail‑oriented, and determined that you notice every piece of art before you leave. We spent this visit mostly indoors in the mansion itself, saving the gardens for another day when we can give the azaleas
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Savannah in January & February: Our Winter Getaway
We arrived in Savannah on January 6th, greeted by that crisp coastal air and moss-draped oak trees that instantly make you slow down and smile. Our Airbnb on East Gaston Street, just steps from Forsyth Park, had all the southern charm we hoped for — tall windows, creaky floors, and a porch perfect for morning coffee. We unpacked,
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A Step Back in Time: Our Day at Colonial Williamsburg
If there’s ever been a place that feels like you’ve walked straight through a wrinkle in time, it’s Colonial Williamsburg. The moment we stepped onto the cobblestone streets, with the clip-clop of horses echoing down the lane and the scent of wood smoke in the air, it was like 1775 had come roaring back to