Berry Simpson

       Why is it that the hardest things are often the most fun?        I’m thinking about last week’s bike ride near Durango and how it …

       Last Sunday morning I skipped church and drove to the lake. Not to fish, but to run. I parked in one of the lots on the west side of White Rock Lake in Dallas, …

       It was windy when I left home on my bike last Tuesday for a quick midday ride. But the air was clear; no dust.        To be honest, …

       “Grace abounds through music,” said Manuel Lopez, one of the leaders of Coro Philarmonico, an organization in Guatemala City that rescues kids and young adults …

       My plan, the one I’ve been talking about and writing about for so long, was to spend forty days hiking the Colorado Trail. Instead, I spent six. I was defeated by …

We’re planning to move my dad into Hospice Care tonight, Thursday, March 30. I don’t expect him to last much longer. He hasn’t been able to swallow food or liquids in a week, can’t open …

       We pack our fears. Load too much heavy stuff into our packs, just in case.        It’s the backpacker’s dilemma. …

       Over the weekend, after running along part of the Trinity River Trail in Ft. Worth, I recovered by reading from my Daily Bible, Exodus 3-4, about Moses’ call to …

“I thought I heard singing, sir.” (Jonesy to Captain Mancuso, Hunt for Red October, 1990) ———————-        Cyndi and I were part …

       Learning to ride a bicycle – one moment you can’t balance because it’s too scary, then suddenly you are riding on your own with a skill you’ll …

       Buffalo Bill once said, “I could never resist the call of the trail.” Well, neither can I.        I love trails. I wish I had more …