Kenneth Ferraro has two résumés.
One fit the mold: NYU, UNT, seven years of higher education, internships and honors—polished, approved, and no longer worth what they once were.
The other was earned in silence: food stamps, trucking routes, long hours, and lessons no one pays for anymore.

Both are true.
And both have value.

Ferraro writes from that space in between—educated but broke, hardworking but invisible, faithful but disillusioned. His voice was shaped by contradiction, by living in the overlap between ideals and outcomes.

He doesn’t write to impress, or to soften the edges. He writes for the people who are tired of being told they’re crazy for noticing the promise doesn’t match the payoff.

He writes for the ones in the middle—the too-broke to be elite, too aware to be fooled, too honest to play the game.
He knows what it means to be underestimated, overworked, and unseen. And he knows that the most uncommon thing you can do in a world like this is to tell the truth anyway.

So if you’re looking for someone who checked all the right boxes and climbed the right ladders… this might not be your guy.

But if you’re looking for someone who saw what others overlooked and chose to write it down—

Well… welcome.