[Taken from a personal LinkedIn post on 9/21/2021]

I’ve been thinking of posting this for a few weeks now and I figured that, now that it’s World Gratitude Day, this would be the perfect opportunity to say thank you to one of the most genuine people I’ve known growing up: my former high school classmate, Justice.

Justice and I went to the same school district and we often shared the same classes, one of these being an AP English course. On one particular day, our teacher had the class sit in a Socratic circle to discuss the previous night’s reading…

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I’m usually not one to write on this specific topic but I wanted to address something that’s been on my mind over the past few days, an issue that has continued to resurface over the past four years.

In the spring of 2017, I took an honors college course on the earth environment and its conditions, and about how humans have created a disproportionate amount of harm to the environment in general when compared to any other organism. Although there is work being done to slow or even terminate certain detrimental activities in some respects (e.g., the phasing-out of Starbucks’…

a Review of an Overlooked, Underrated Christmas Carol

Like other legendary singles that have come to recognition in the decades following their release, it all started with Shrek. Or, to be more precise, Shrek the Halls, a 2007 made-for-TV comedy special that premiered on ABC. I remember sitting in my grandparents’ kitchen one early December day when a commercial for the short appeared on the television set. While the familiar figures of Shrek and company were preparing for the upcoming Christmas party, I couldn’t help but take note of the montage music playing in the background. It began with sleigh…

By Matthew Beyer

A long time ago, on a particularly damp and blustery morning in the green hills of County Cork, Kitty Fitzpatrick trudged through the muddy rural roads. She had just finished tending to the sheep and was adamant that she would arrive at the town chapel before the first bell had rung. In her haste, she had forgotten her coat and, aside from the galoshes she’d borrowed from her father, she wore her best black dress and cream-colored bonnet. She was a very handsome lady of 18 and highly respected by the town for her labor on the…

By Matthew Beyer

Caspar Dougal spent the last minutes of his late-night shift at the warehouse scrolling through Facebook.

Malorie had gotten engaged: Like, “Congratulations”

An invitation to Ron’s retirement party: “Interested”

A message from HR regarding another team-building exercise: Open begrudgingly. “Got it.” Refresh.

The newest message to pop at the top of the feed was from Sharon Bingley, an old school acquaintance. The picture featured a beaming young blonde, who Caspar recognized as Stephanie Bingley, Sharon’s daughter. She was wearing an “Augustus U” pullover and posing in front of a grand, marble edifice. The adjoining caption read,


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