When I was a kid, my father had a ritual before every business trip. He would leave a folder on the desk — accounts, properties, everything the family might need. I thought it was excessive. The kind of thing adults do that kids don't quite understand.
Years later, as a private pilot, I flew a single-engine plane from the United States back to Europe. My friends and I spent a year preparing — because flying across the Atlantic teaches you something: thinking carefully about what could go wrong is not pessimism. It's how you take care of the people you love.
Somewhere over the ocean, in a dry suit, I thought about my father's folder.
He wasn't being excessive. He was being a father.
NabuScribe is my version of that folder — but without the paper, without the anxiety, and without having to say out loud what you're preparing for. A place for the things that matter: the practical ones, and the ones you've never quite found the words for.
Some things are worth saying. This is a place to say them.