A letter to my children There’s a strange arithmetic to a life. You spend most of it accumulating — knowledge, possessions, achievements, plans — and then, near the end, you start giving it all back. Not the things so much…
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The Cheapest Thing I Ever Refused to Give Away
A Letter to the Man I Used to Be By: Kenneth Carnesi, Sr. I know you. I know you better than you know yourself right now, sitting there at your desk with your tie a little too tight and your…
One Year from the Average
Choosing to Live — Fully, Fiercely, and on Purpose — at 73 — — — There is a number that has a way of finding you. It does not announce itself loudly or arrive with fanfare. It simply appears one…
What Still Remains
A Reflection at Seventy-Three By: Kenneth Carnesi, Sr. I wake earlier than I used to, though I sleep no less. The body keeps its own clock now, indifferent to the hour I’d choose for it. There is a stiffness in…
Reflections of a Father
By Kenneth B. Carnesi, Sr. He was the steady center of our world—quiet, certain, kind. In my seventies, I find myself measuring my life against the long, gentle shadow he still casts. There is a particular kind of quiet that…
BORN TO FAIL
What it feels like to put everything you have behind venture after venture—only to have success constantly elude you By; Kenneth Carnesi,Sr., JD , COO There are kinds of disappointment. There are also kinds of disappearance—when you can’t quite locate…
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Kenneth Carnesi, Sr. 