All about me.

dyslexia 3d bookAs I said earlier, I’m essentially a private person, yet as long as it just about me I am willing to share a great deal. You can learn the most about my earlier life by buying and reading my biography. As biased as I am, I tried to write it as objective and self-critically as possible, without putting the blame on anyone. Life isn’t about blame, it’s about learning from your own and the mistakes of others that influence your life.

However, not everyone want’s to read a book just to learn some simple facts about an author, designer, artist and whatever else the person might be. So here are some facts you might want to know and that I am willing to share.

IMG_20150306_134242_edit-300x300I was born 1979 in Germany. My parents where self employed and had a store where they sold paper products, photographic related products like cameras, films and the accessories for it. Until I went to school I spend most of my time with my parents in that store. What set me apart from other kids, -not that I knew that at the time- was that my mother was handicapped and had spend all her life in a wheelchair. To me, her disability was normal and nothing unusual or even something to think about. It just was, and that was fine. That mindset also prevented me from seeing in what ways I was different. Being born with Nail-Patella-Syndrome and clubbed feet I looked a little different. My finger nails imageswhere incompletely developed, my walk was different -even after having my clubbed feet operated on to straighten them-, I was thin and weaker, my arms didn’t stretch fully and those things set me apart. A fact I only found myself confronted with once I started school. For the first time I faced stereotypes, judgmental thinking and disdain. To make it short, in many ways school was hell and my life really sucked a lot for quite some time.

I still managed to graduate in 1995 and enter an apprentence ship in sales. For a time everything was fine and I felt like I belonged and had a bright future. Then my supervisor changed and things went downhill from there. I just managed to finish my first year before I couldn’t cope with the situation any longer and quit.

I wasn’t 18 at that point of time and which forced me to go back to school, it’s the law... tztztz... but it turned out to be good thing. I improved my grades and would have the chance to get higher education, but more then that a teacher noticed my struggle with spelling, grammar and punctuation and got me tested for dyslexia. However, it was also the year I turned 18 and discovered somewhat of a social life. In hindsight it was a little bit too social, too much alcohol involved and too intense to be good for any one person. In a way I squeezed all the experiences most teens have over several years, into one.

It ended when I realized I was pregnant, without a job and with a boyfriend who was unreliable and not interested in taking responsibility. Lucky for me, I didn’t love him that much and once I realized all of that, got rid of him real quick.

I was still pregnant when I fell in love with the man that would become my husband a little then a year later. We married, moved in together and forged a life. I got a job, raised my daughter and in 2002 added a son to the family. in the same year we moved to France and since I was home for maternity leaf and bored at times, I began to explore Internet communities and such.

That’s how I ended up creating a website about immigrating to France, which led to a publisher asking me to publish that information in book form and got my writing career started. For more detail information about that visit The Author in me page.

In 2007 our financial and job situation was horrid, my husband was considered to old, being in his mid forties, and I was unreliable because I had two little kids and not much in a secure family support. To this day I’m not entirely sure how we ended up deciding to immigrate to Canada, but thats what we ended up doing. It wasn’t as easy as when we moved to France, with the borders open, it’s mostly like any other move. To Canada it was a lot of paperwork and waiting in addition to some fees and at the same time getting rid of anything from our old life we couldn’t or didn’t want to take with us.

Canadian BeaverIt was a big step, and included some leap of faith as well. But, and this is what amazed me the most, the moment we started to settle down in our new chosen home, it felt like coming home. It was as if we belonged and this was as it should have always been. In less then a week I had fallen in love with the country, the people, and the community we moved to.

However, it wasn’t easy. As often in life, nothing much went as we had it planned and more then once we feared we would have to give up this new home and return with nothing. We prevailed and are still here. Our children are fully integrated and both are more Canadian then German no matter what their passports may say. Ten years have passed as I write this (July 2017) and my daughter just graduated High School, forging her way into the workforce from here on out. Time has passed so quickly but so much has changed during that time as well.

I came as a mother and homemaker, became a cook for several year, then was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, still worked as a cook until it simply no longer possible. I started to write again, forged my way into the world of design and now I’m diving deeper and deeper into the world of artistry. I have a dog and several cats, my son is slowly growing into a man and I started to have my own little business since it’s hard to find a job when you can’t promise to be reliable because of your health condition.

I don’t think I will ever get rich this way, but I hope that one day in the not so far away future, I will be able to make enough money to actually help financially within in my family, rather then being a burden. Let’s see where this road leads. Shall we?



Nicole Kiefer

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