About

Nomi was born in Orillia, Ontario, and adopted by two unsuspecting but wonderful people. Nomi grew up surrounded by farmland and friends that felt like family until she was a pre-teen, and her young self thought the world was over when her parents planted new roots in Toronto. Small town met big city. After epic tantrums over the move, Nomi adapted well to city life. No matter where she lived, one thing never changed. Nomi wrote daily to relieve the stories circling in her mind. Nomi attended Albert Campbell Collegiate Institute, taking almost every English and Writing course offered, and likely forced a science teacher to seek counseling to accept the fact that no matter how hard you try, not every kid is going to get more than 2/50 on a physics exam (Nomi swears the 2/50 score was for the bonus questions — spelling her name right and putting the correct date on the top of the page. One kid only got 1/50 because he misspelled his name).

As an adult, Nomi kept writing as a hobby and went to work for the North York Board of Education (which became the Toronto District School Board after all areas of the city amalgamated). In 1997, her first daughter was born, and Nomi’s life changed direction. Her parents had moved north, to a small town on Lake Simcoe, and with crazy work hours, Nomi relied on her parents to babysit. Juggling commuting to take her daughter to her parents so she could work, and rising rent costs, Nomi opted in the summer of 2000 to leave her beloved city and moved in with her parents.  Nomi was glad she had when her beloved mother passed away from undetected breast cancer in December 2000.

Separated for a time from her husband, they found their way back together, and bought her dad’s house when he remarried. Their daughter eventually became a sister, times two. Times three, if you count furry daughter Sabre, a black lab/border collie mix who thinks she’s the favourite. Times four if you count the only boy, Narcolepsy — a mouthy but lovable cat. Practice Kid (the first born we got to make our mistakes with) is about to start her 3rd year of university. Middle Kid will be starting high school in the fall, and Number Three will be going into grade seven. Funny how children manage to age while Nomi stays the same incredible “Thirty-Something”, even if, mathematically, it’s really forty plus a few.

Nomi went blind at the end of 2004. Every time she thinks they’ve given a final verdict on the how and why, it changes. Suffice it to say, her mother was not wrong in her constant refrain that Nomi was special, one of a kind. Rare genetic stuff, unheard of genetic stuff, and an auto-immune retinal disease seem to be the current final verdict. That will change. It always does. Every day, she takes a mental snapshot of her loved ones, just in case tomorrow she can’t see them. She hasn’t taken a mental selfie since before Y2K, so she still looks amazing and youthful.

Being blind meant having to go on disability, so Nomi had to figure out what she could do all day to avoid dishes and other chores. Living in a small town, unable to drive (Nomi’s holding out hope for driverless cars making it to the mainstream), Nomi hit the information super highway. Except that was boring, because she couldn’t control the lives of the people she was in contact with online. Nomi excelled in keyboarding in high school, and Microsoft had a program for writing, the natural progression was to write books with characters that lived whole lives she could control. The dream had never died, it had just taken a long nap. She writes books and then gets scared, so they’re all in neat little folders (cleaning her desktop PC is a lot more fun than vacuuming the furniture to pick up animal hair). One day they’ll be seen by more than her muse and her editor, but until then, she’s going to blog when she’s not forcing a character to dance, juggle, and whatever else she decides they should do. Until then, she’ll blog about (and laugh, cry) life.

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