I'm K. Philpott. Writing for children is my passion. I am a storyteller, actress and singer. I am retired from the professional stage, but still have time to teach singing and performing.
I live near beautiful mountains and enjoy my life. My youngest daughter
+ more bio informationHaving taught my last class of the day, I raced to the photographers for a photo shoot. I donned my "evil fairy" costume, slapped on my false eye lashes and covered my nose and chin with silver glitter."Let's give them some cleavage, Kate! The Dads need a reason to see the show." After that request, the photographer snapped t... More..
We paid three hundred American dollars for the adventure. With hope and excitement that only makes sense to fisherman, ten of us were going out from Cabo San Lucas to catch Bill fish. The boat was not much more than a scow with a good latrine. Comfort aside, I could only think about the possibility of catching a big fish. The... More..
My personal pain is mostly my doing. I am not being hard on myself; I just have difficulty exercising my faith. So much of my life has been spent in the mind set of making the best of bad situations. I was proud to be a survivor. Reflecting on my troubled past, being a survivor has been a journey on the same road to different... More..
The huge paddlewheel propelling the boat, churned up muddy swells of Mississippi water as we pushed away from the wharf in New Orleans. The evening was turning into purple hues of dust filled with diesel fuel. I knew this would be my last time to watch and listen to this grand boat that I had lived on and called home for seve... More..
I kept it in my underwear drawer. It was my cherished possession. When I knew that no one would interrupt me, I would get it out and smell it. The fragrance whispered to me in strangely sexual tones. It did not belong to me. That fact added to its mystery. I had lifted it discretely from my older sister. It was my first tube ... More..
This was an historic event in Kay's small town. It was the opening show for the new performing arts building. The invitation to audition came from the director, Josh. Kay knew how lucky she was to have an invitation to read for a part. This happened quite often. Seldom did a month go by that she wasn't offered a part in a sho... More..
The lives of Buddha, Jesus and Mohammed were lives of spiritual reflection. Each life was unique. Each life was, in a sense, divine. Enlightenment lights the pathway to our contact with our higher self. It is the part of our soul that is simpatico with our deepest, most genuine feelings. Our higher self is our core. It is th... More..
My motives for learning to rock climb at fifty years old, were not based on a yearning for adventure or risk. The lust filled fact was that I had a school girl crush on a climbing guide. Up till then my only crushes had been on Bill Russell, Henry Kissinger and Steve Martin. The object of my new crushes name was Jack. I had ... More..
As I make up my fifty-nine year old face every evening before a performance, the once blank canvas, stretched tight with the promise of youth, is rapidly weakening. The years I've spent laughing and singing and all the funny faces encouraging laughter, have left their indelible mark.The choices I face are varied. I can fight ... More..
Look at her? How old do you think she is? She walks with confidence. Her head is high and her jaw is relaxed. There seems to be a peaceful grace about her.Looking at the way she is dressed, it would be hard to guess her age. Her style is hers alone. The classic white shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the cuff. The shirt mak... More..
Kathy Philpott
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