Some moments only happen once.
Keep the details before they fade.

Iloomi helps you get it all down tonight, just by talking, and turns it into a story your family keeps forever.

Start your first storyYour first two stories are free. iPhone, Android and the web.

Why now

You’ll remember that it happened.
You’ll forget what made it yours.

The feeling stays. The details go first. And some of the people who could fill them in won’t always be here to ask.

Her first steps

Three wobbly steps across the blue rug
The yellow striped onesie
Grandpa on his knees, clapping
A Sunday, right before dinner

A real back-and-forth

It picks up where you left off.

Just talk, like you would with a friend. Last week Walt mentioned his daughter came early, in a blizzard. Today Iloomi asks about it.

Dramatization. Walt is fictional.

ILOOMI

You mentioned Karen came early, right in the middle of that blizzard. What do you remember about that night?

Remembered from an earlier story

WALT

January of ninety-five! Twenty below, and our pickup wouldn’t start.

ILOOMI

Twenty below, and no truck. So how’d you get to the hospital?

WALT

Our neighbor Lyle showed up in the county snowplow! Margaret rode up front, and I rode on the sander.

Lyle, your neighbor · added to your CircleThe county snowplow · add to your Circle?

Three things happen while you talk

You don’t need to be a writer, or even a typist.

YOU TALK

Speak naturally. Or type.

No blank page and no prompts to fill in. Iloomi listens, then asks the question a good friend would.

IT LEARNS
It remembers who was there.
People you mention join your Circle. Places, things and pets are offered for you to keep. Next time, Iloomi picks up the thread.

IT WRITES
Your story, in your words.
When you’re done, Iloomi writes it up the way you told it, with your photos. You can listen to it read aloud.

Raising Karen & Danny · Chapter 1

The Night Karen Arrived

by Walt, as told to Iloomi

Karen decided to arrive on the coldest night of January 1995, in the middle of a blizzard, three weeks early. Our pickup wouldn’t start.

I was out in my boots, panicking, when our neighbor Lyle came rumbling up the road in the county snowplow. He’d seen our porch light on at two in the morning.

So Margaret rode to the hospital in the cab of a snowplow, and I rode in the back on the sander. Karen was born at 6:14 a.m., and when the nurse put her in my arms, she wrapped her whole hand around my finger.

Lyle came by the next day with a pink balloon tied to the plow blade. We gave Karen the middle name Lyla, after him.

Dramatization. Walt is fictional.

Whose story will you start?

Pick one. Iloomi will ask the first question.

Mom’s, while you can ask
Tell what you remember, then invite her to add her side.
Her first steps
Tonight, while you still know what she was wearing.
The night you met
“Where were you, and what was playing?”
Your own
“Where did you grow up, and what did it sound like?”