Queer feminist. Mother of five. Heathen mystic.
Cries at diaper commercials.
Okay, cries at ALL commercials.
Katherine North is a writer, coach, and mother of five. She helps fierce, secretly tender women declare dominion over their own lives-- because life is messy but we can make it gorgeous anyway.
She's the author of a personal memoir about growing up evangelical and ending up a heathen mystic.
Her private clients are ambitious, successful women who are way too smart for most of the self-help aisle– but they secretly yearn for terribly mortifying things like more magic, more peace, and a fairy godmother.
More than 3,000 women have used her Queen Sweep program to clear clutter and make beauty, Practical Magic for Secret Mystics is about energetic boundaries, and she writes a secret blog with secret poems called RichJuicyStarryBeauty.
Katherine is the founder of The Birth Story Project and co-director of an award-winning documentary about her own family, Just Another Beautiful Family. She also wrote a book for parents and kids confronted by terrible news about Santa. Katherine lives on Salt Spring Island off the coast of Canada with her husband Nick North, five kids, and many chickens.
Swearing is basically my religion. Swearing, and flowers. And trees. Oh and motherhood. And the ocean. And beautiful shoes. And a clean house. And flowers on my table and book club and orgasms and budgets and and and— well. It’s sort of a Renaissance religion.
I very much want to dance naked under the moon with wolves, but the opportunity has yet to present itself.
I remember my past lives. Lots of them. But I will still TOTALLY mock you for carrying around crystals. I might be the only life coach on the planet who doesn’t believe in the Law of Attraction. But I believe you are magical as all fuck, and I will help you remember it too.
I grew up in Japan, because my parents were evangelical missionaries. Unfortunately, I had a sneaking suspicion that I wasn't one Jesus's little lambs. (Spoiler: I wasn't.)
There was the desperate attempt to be good, which turned me into a virgin bride. Who got suicidal. And then got free...but burned a lot of things down in the process. There was life with the Chicago beatniks and gin and therapy, there was the season of the theater, there was Tokyo and parties, high heels and conference rooms, there was an abortion and an epiphany and an earthquake.
There was a suitcase packed, a little girl's hand in mine, and blooming in green Portland as a happy solo mom. There was a cherry red car. A diamond ring. A memoir. And then-- shockingly-- love.
Love came with four more kids, an exile in the prairie suburbs, and a minivan. It also came with my beloved soulmate Nick North, and discovering that I was now someone who would use a word like "soulmate."
We embarked on unknown territory and deep healing together as he accepted and shared with the world his true identity as a transgender man.
There was a surgery that went sideways, a documentary, a dark night of the soul. There were diapers and Halloween costumes and immigration paperwork.
There was a dream-- that became a plan-- but was also a miracle-- and it landed us here, where we are now, on Salt Spring Island.
Now there are trees, and ocean, and a Secret Project that's coming out in April. There is a house falling down faster than we can patch it back up. There is a beautiful blended family flourishing and thriving, and my own roots sinking down deep, and poems coming through. There are also many, many chickens.
Look, a lot has happened. Stick around.
You're going to want to hear the stories.
I was exceedingly unhappy for a really long time. I came close to ending my life in my twenties. But I’ve been really fucking full of joy for almost two decades now, and I don’t take this lightly. I feel like I have a sacred obligation to help other people who are having a hard time find their way to joy too. I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do, except maybe write books.
I am an ADHD INFP Quick-Start Fact-Finder right-brain dreamer. I walk into rooms and can’t remember why I’m there. I like to start things but finishing them is much harder. When I was a corporate consultant, I would forget every statistic and bit of client data but I could read the room and decipher the subtext like a motherfucker.
I will probably forget your boss’s name and the ages of your kids. But I’ll never forget your story. And your secrets are safe with me.
I write things for women with big, gorgeous, COMPLICATED lives. I help women become epic fucking badasses… but I still retain my right to cry at every diaper commercial ever made.
Sustenance for the journey -- notes from a fellow
traveler to remind you of your own magic.