★★★★★I told her I had nothing to tell.
I told Karen I had nothing to tell. Then her first question came: what was the kitchen like on Elm Street. I pressed the red button and talked for twenty minutes about my mother’s pie safe. It’s like talking to my daughter on the phone, except now she gets to keep it.
★★★★★Two pages in the journal. Nine stories here.
I gave Mom a guided journal three Christmases ago and she wrote two pages. Two. NOVAVO sent her "how did you and Dad meet" on a Tuesday night and by Wednesday lunch I had eleven minutes of her laughing about a dance hall in Dayton. She's answered nine since and I haven't had to chase her once.
★★★★★"Nothing to tell," he said.
Grandpa always said his life was farm, army, plant, done. Then I asked what his dad was like. Forty minutes later I learned he drove a truck across Germany at nineteen. My mom cried listening.
★★★★★He can’t find Netflix. He found this.
My dad calls me to turn the TV on. I figured this would be a disaster. He tapped my text, pressed the big button and talked for six minutes about his first job at the Woolworth’s counter. Then he called to ask if it "went through." It went through.
★★★★★Paid what it said. Not a cent more.
I got burned by one of these services before, charged for a second year I never asked for. Here I paid $99 once, and that was it. Nothing renews. I emailed about adding my stepmom and a real person wrote back the same day. One star off only because I want the printed book already, but Dad's still going.
★★★★★She took 19 days. Worth every one.
Mom ignored the first question for almost three weeks and I was about to ask for the refund. Then she sent four answers in one weekend, including the day I was born, which I had never heard from her side. Her link never expired so it didn't matter that she was slow. She goes at her own pace now and I let her.
★★★★★I was scared it would feel heavy.
I didn’t want Nana thinking something was wrong. So I asked, "what did you and your sister get in trouble for." She loved it. Now she texts me "got another one for me?"
★★★★★8,000 miles away, and she answers in Gujarati.
My mother lives in Ahmedabad. Her English is fine, but her stories are in Gujarati, so that’s how she tells them. I sent the question by text. She just pressed the button. My husband translates for the kids at dinner. It’s our Sunday thing.
★★★★★I had voice memos on three old phones.
I’d recorded Dad for years and couldn’t find half of it. Now every answer sits in his book, in order of his life. We gave him the printed copy at his 83rd. My nephew scanned the QR code on the Korea story and the whole table went quiet.