Berry Simpson

      I’ll just start with this:       The first time I forgot to load a suitcase and didn’t notice until we were miles away and I had to drive back …

      Wednesday morning, on the way to the men’s room, I walked past several booths full of rough-and-tumble covered-in-field-dirt young oilfield workers. I doubt any of them …

      I was out walking one morning last September when I remembered the milestones soon to arrive in my life. I repeated to myself “10-20-40” so I would remember them when I …

      I’ve been drawn toward love songs for a long time. Mostly on the assumption they were all written about Cyndi and me. I may not agree with every lyric, but I can enjoy …

      One thing I’ve put a lot of thought into but haven’t decided on yet is my favorite metaphor for aging. Should I approach it as a laboratory experiment (What can I still …

      I don’t remember the day I crossed over the line where most of my advisors were younger than me.       The line-crossing happened organically in …

      I started hiking as soon as Nathan dropped me off at the Sam’s Gap trailhead and was immediately surprised at the long continuous steep climb, no switchbacks, no …

      Friday afternoon I sat on the waiting-for-your-date bench at Blue Sky Texas restaurant in Midland TX on one of the worst dirty dusty windy days I’d ever seen. And I’ve …

      What would I be willing to sacrifice if I knew the results were guaranteed?       Would I live on 2,000 calories and work out every day and …

      It’s one adventure after another around here.        While trying to create an account on the IRS website that would allow me to upload …

      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 …