The Museum
of the Palestine People
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What made this museum stand out was not just the historical content, but the sense of dignity and resilience that ran through every exhibit.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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A sky-high Morning
Quick in, quick up It was quiet, so we cruised through the lobby and the bottom exhibits without breaking stride—just enough “ooh” at the shiny Art Deco bits before hopping into the elevator to the 80th. The 80th-floor pause The 80th is like a preview lounge: glass-wall views, a few cool displays, and that “wait,
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A Bright Night on Broadway: The Book of Mormon
Stepping onto West 49th Street felt electric—the neon glow, the thrum of foot traffic, and that Broadway buzz that hits even before curtain rises. Seeing the marquee at the Eugene O’Neill Theatre only amplified the excitement, a compact jewel box of a house that pulls the whole block into its orbit. Inside, the energy was
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A Day Into Night at The Met
What began as a plan for one museum visit turned into a two-part immersion that stretched from a crisp morning opening to the final notes of closing at 9 pm. Early arrival An early start set the tone, with a subway-and-bus combo getting to The Met Fifth Avenue just after the doors opened at 10