If we’re going to interact with each other, we need to get acquainted.
My Personal Brand?
I want to help people interact better. In every way.
I’ve devoted my life, personally and professionally,
to the science and practice of effective interaction.
Here’s what fuels this passion:
Faith. Family. Fun!
Me through the eyes of my niece
My family represented what “interactive” means long before the term became a buzz phrase.
How can I fulfill their legacy?
By communicating. Better. And helping others do the same.
It’s in my DNA and my spirit.
So it’s a demonstration of my faith.
And by the way, it’s FUN.
My Dad and his namesake
My Dad communicated through his “presence.”
My Dad was a curator of wisdom in the form of earthy wisecracking wit. His sayings were so corny, so repetitive, so loving, so memorable, so enduring, so him. His voice was gentle but strong; his life examples spoke loudly.
You could feel a caring dignity when you interacted with my Dad. Our friends gathered at his infamous easy chair waiting for his deep warm greeting. His co-workers lauded him with awards and accolades. We all just wanted to be in his presence.
My Mom personified “networking.”
She could create a conversation with anyone, about anything, at any time, anywhere. It wasn’t political, it was personal.
She had a genuine interest in what everyone had to say, regardless of income, ethnicity, education and other dividers she used as unifiers.
She wanted to be a writer, but she captured the moments just by living them. Our phone was always ringing; our doorbell was rarely needed since our door was always open. She was always happy to see you. She always found a loving way to help you. My pen name, Liz Queen, is a variation of her regal name.
My Mom; my twin
The Williamson Sisters
My middle Sister mastered the art of “listening.”
Oh, what a gift that was. People sought her out to share their stories, their secrets, their successes and their struggles. She was a mentor, a coach on her cozy home couch, a confidante and a trusted friend.
It seemed she always had a lot to say, but that’s because she let you do all the talking. She had a flock of followers who she always walked behind, and she always led them right back to themselves. She was a magnet, and people became stuck on her whether they intended to or not. I’ve never let her go and I never will.
She’s never said good-bye, so I’ve decided not to either. Her mantra, “Put your #FootOnTheRock” is the foundation of my helping ministry.
My older Sister was “outspoken.”
Unashamedly assertive. Sometimes outrageous. Driven by her fiery beliefs.
When she unleashed those traits without fear of retribution, she became what some would call a “rabble-rouser.” When she channeled those traits toward her goal-oriented beliefs, she became what history would call an “advocate.”
My only child is
ethical and thoughtful.
He speaks with an impatient persistence, asking questions that have no easy answers. His learning style inspires him to dig deeper to find a place of understanding. His mind is inquisitively probing; his words are innocently penetrating; he is wise beyond his years. He wraps you in the warmth of his innocent, nurturing “conciliatory communication.”
My son and me
And me?
I’m the cerebral one, the thinker, so I strategize throughout the day and reflect throughout the night – how can I convey my extreme gratitude? How can I pass along this inheritance? How can I claim my calling?
By helping people interact with each other. Better. In every way.
Through creating and facilitating holistic communication strategies.
The only way we as humans can interact with each other
is through multiple forms of communication.
The better your interaction, the better your results.
