Berry Simpson

      I was hesitant back in December 2003 when Paul asked if I’d be part of a new men’s ministry. I never considered myself a man’s man. I was not, nor never had been, an …

      It snowed all night Friday night and we had to sweep at least six inches from our rented Jeep SUV before driving to the ski area. Fortunately, while there was a lot of …

      I’ll admit right up front: I’m a reader. I love to read books. Some of my earliest memories are reading late into the night from my summer reading list. In fact, I …

      It’s the most wonderful time of the year, the time for making lists. I love lists. They make me happy, calm me down, and push me forward into the future – especially …

      It’s possible I’m about to become a social butterfly after all these years.       This morning after Iron Men and Gentle Yoga class – which, by …

      How do you celebrate personal anniversaries? Do you include everyone for a giant blowout, or do you prefer quiet personal affairs?       I was …

I didn’t expect Sunday morning to be so emotional for me. I was especially surprised by the giant tears rolling down my cheeks before the worship service even began. Three women were singing to a …

      When people learn I’m a cyclist their first question usually is: “Do you feel safe riding in Midland traffic?”       My usual answer is: “Safe …

      Yesterday I heard a radio story on BBC about Strava Mules. (Strava is a phone app that tracks your running and cycling with GPS, and allows you to share with, compete …

      Last Friday night, Cyndi and I (and our daughter, Katie, and great friends the Bewleys and the Freemans) went to a concert at Dickie’s Arena in Ft. Worth, to see Chicago …

       Have I ever made a definitive statement with my actions, something that was possibly unexpected yet unambiguous? I don’t think so. …

      Cyndi and I married on July 28, 1979, so this summer is our 45th anniversary. A few years ago I realized one way to celebrate was to spread love around, give love away. …