This is a small corner for the things that get said once, out loud, to the people who needed them, and then forgotten by the next morning. Here they get to stay.
Words, mostly. Sometimes a drawing, or a poem, or a few lines about how something feels. Nothing here is a lesson. It’s just what’s true, set down where you can come back to it.
Some of it will be borrowed from the kids’ own way of talking. They use plain words in odd ways, and I’ll explain as we go.
Come and go whenever you like. There’s no schedule.
Somewhere there’s a chair nobody sits in, and everybody knows why. It isn’t empty, it’s saved. An empty seat, saved on purpose, is still a way of bringing someone with you.
