This humorous post highlights that the art and science of public sharing and communicating in our digital and very audible world.
When we encounter communication challenges, sometimes we just have to woman or man up and ask a trained professional for help.
Websites, apps, and technology enable us to function as self-sufficient beings. Being an independent professional forces you to be your own IT support. This role requires us to read many vender-generated pdfs, endure bot-driven chats, and scroll through countless Q & A’s, all in Quixote-like searches for a solution. One that you often do not find.
Escape rooms can teach us about conducting effective meetings as we begin to conduct more in person meetings.
In this post humorist Julienne B. Ryan explains what she learned about the art of conversation from a David Marchese’s interview with Christopher Walken
Take a moment to acknowledge your week’s efforts with a Friday ritual. When I was growing up in Queens, New
Good Communications Santa Claus dropped in to bring a bag full of helpful communication tips and coaching tools for next year!
Happy Thanksgiving! Here’s my “Learned-It-In Queens Communications” style holiday wish for everyone (including me!)
I hope that you have the opportunity to gather with friends and family this weekend and share special moment around the dinner table.
1. Breaking bread together provides us with an opportunity tobreak down barriers and nourishes. Consider it the yeast of communication.
Conversations can not only help strengthen a relationship, but they can also be good for your health.
When we lose our temper, we fall into our emotional brain, and our thinking brain shuts down. When our thinking brain shuts down, we say and do incredibly dumb things. We trigger the primitive part of the brain aka the Amygdala. This stimulation triggers a fight or flight response in ourselves, the recipient of our anger, and anyone who might be within earshot. Rational thinking and responses go out the window.
I learned important lessons about life at a kitchen table in Jackson Heights, Queens when my friend’s Cuban mother invited me to lunch in high school.
