Summer’s Here

Okay, so technically, summer begins on June 21st for this calendar year. Still, these 80+ degree days feel like summer. And I’m not a big fan. I was looking forward to a few weeks of 60 and 70 degree days. Still, flowers seem to be telling us that spring is here, even though it feels like summer.

What’s to come? More writing – available for the masses to read. I’ll let you know when!


Cyndia Rios-Myers


Essays or Fiction – Do I Have to Pick One?

One of three reasons brought you here:

  1. My fiction books
  2. You are my friend or family member
  3. My essays

Or maybe it is a reason that I am unaware of. I’ll try and guess and will make a list for those reasons, too.

  1. I wrote you a letter
  2. You Googled me.
  3. You are stalking me.

Whatever reason brought you here, thanks for stopping by. I could use the page hits.

So, back to my topic, do I have to pick one thing to focus on? I kind of feel like I do. Attention divided means that something is not getting my all. And I do love writing.

I love writing essays because I love sharing bits and pieces of my life that my help others. I love writing fiction because I love making up stories.

So…perhaps you can leave an opinion on this. Let me know why you came here. Let me know what you like and dislike.


Also, here’s a picture of Bueller for your troubles:

Watching squirrels


Nineteen Years Old

How I hunger for the knowledge of what could have been!

You would have been nineteen years old. Here are the possible storylines:

  • You would have been in college for one year. You’d have a purple streak in your hair. You’d have a boyfriend that I was only okay with. You’d be driving our old Ford car. You’d come home on weekends so that I could do your laundry.
  • You’d be pregnant, or would already have your first child. You may or may not have been married, but you would have been kind, brilliant, and hard-working.
  • You might have been a model. I would have been SO very concerned for you. I’d worry about who you were spending time with, what you’d be doing to remain thin, and how viable your career choice would be in the long-term.
  • You might have gotten married out of high school and would have lived close by – visiting with your younger sisters and brothers a lot. I would have to bite my tongue – a lot – to stop myself from giving you too much advice.
  • You might of joined the military, just like your parents did. Gosh; I wonder if you would have rebelled from our Navy family and would have joined the Marine Corps. In any case, I would PRAY that you would hang out with good people during your off-hours, and that you would not squander the opportunities before you. Me and your dad would take your calls – even late into the evening – when you were looking for advice or just someone to talk to.

But we just don’t know. What I do  know is this:

  • Your memory lives here. Your younger brother talks about you a lot. He remembers your birthday. His eyes and hair are as dark as yours were. We LOVE family time. Nothing is better than being a mother, which you taught me. We will miss you forever.




Forever is a Long Time

There are so many things that mean ‘forever;’ eternity, perpetuity, from here on out, always…

So, I know that this title sounds poignant. I am only meaning to talk about publishing rights and not relationships, although that is a good topic, too.

Alright. I’m in. We can talk about forever and relationships for just a bit. I’ll even give you a few insights I’ve gleaned.

  • Who you marry is the single, most important decision you will EVER make. This single decision can affect your sadness and happiness like no other decision. College? You can go back to that. That horrible job? You can quit it. Marriage is a decision that will have repercussions that will last a lifetime. Your spoken words of promise will imprint themselves on you…forever. You won’t forget them.
  • If you love your partner, NEVER finish their sentences. People change their opinions. It’s called growth. If you want to grow with them, you listen to what they have to say.
  • Learn to apologize and mean it. If your objective is to clear the air with your partner and get on a good page again, try apologizing first – even if he/she should do that instead. If your partner is a fair one, they will apologize, too.
  • If you can laugh about an argument, then it is not worth arguing over. Laugh, make peace, and move on.
  • If you are in a crabby mood, give your partner a head’s-up by letting them know of that. He/she might try to make things easier for you, or take everything you say (after that) with a grain of salt.

Okay. Seguing back to publishing. I hate giving away rights. I do. I’ve passed on publishing opportunities for that very reason. Why? Because of money. And because I hate the thought that someone else can hold my words captive…forever. Perpetuity! Sure, I know that one day, my works will become part of the public domain. (Copyright protections last for the life of an author plus 70 years. But if you don’t put a copyright notice on your work, they become public domain within five years of publication.)

So, after doing my research, I’ve learned about protecting rights to my own work on my blog! Apparently, I need to work on registering my copyright with the U.S. Copyright Office. (I’ve since added Jargon to my intro to let folks know that they cannot re-use my stuff without permission). For more on blog copyright protection, read this.

For now, I’ll keep writing, and keep searching for publishers who can respect my right to my works…for my life plus seventy years. You should do the same!


Cyndia Rios-Myers

Beautiful Winter Skies


I Left My Hope in Puerto Rico

That’s a catchy title, I think. Right now, I feel an odd combination of panic, sadness, and hope. You see, my mother lives in Puerto Rico. So does my father. My brother lives there, too, as do a myriad amount of aunts, uncles, and cousins.

My mom’s mountain home – and that of my aunts, uncles, and other cousins – have been devoid of electricity since Hurricane Maria hit back in late October of last year. Are they getting by? Yeah. They have generators that they use when they need to. Thankfully, the weather is temperate enough that heaters are not necessary. Water comes and goes.

However, they feel stripped and forgotten. It saddens me and depresses me greatly. Since Maria hit the island, Puerto Rico has changed. Historically, there will be Pre-Maria and Post-Maria.

Maybe you might be asking yourself why I don’t have my parents come and stay with me in the states. After all, my dad has four adult daughters living here, and my mom has two (my parents divorced when I was very young).

My older sister and I did have my mom come out here and stay with us for almost two months. She split her time between Chicago (where my sisters live), and in Pittsburgh, which is where I live. During her time here, my mom lived in houses with family, electricity, and running water. She also had to suffer through the cold, though, as her arthritis has afflicted her quite strongly. While she loved being with us, I think that she missed having her things – her car, her house, and her animals. She missed controlling her life. She would have stayed longer with us, but had to rush back to Puerto Rico, as one of her elder brothers had passed away.

My father and his wife choose not to leave my dad’s ancestral home in Puerto Rico. They have vegetables. They have a house that my dad spent lots of money on improving. Up until last week, they had electricity again. Thankfully, my dad still has his chickens, his cistern, and his sense of humor.

I haven’t been there since 2009. Yes, that is a long time. I feel that acutely. I want to go back and see them – my dad, my mom, my brother and my aunts and uncles. My parents ask that I wait, though. They are worried that I will be disappointed by the devastation. I have told them that as long as I see them and eat good food (and am not a burden to them), that I don’t care.

I don’t understand why they carry the weight of the responsibility over Hurricane Maria’s destruction.

The truth is that I am not apprised enough of the facts to know if America has done enough for Puerto Rico or not – media bias and all.

But one thing is for sure. I don’t know that America can save Puerto Rico, but I know that Americans have.

I am so proud to share citizenship with people who listen to their hearts and form their own opinions. I try to live that way, too.

I’ve seen beaches all over the world. This beach (Crash Boat Beach) – to me – is the single, most beautiful one.

I don’t know when I’ll get out there again. I hope that it is soon. I want to see what is. I want to see my immediate family members, and my extended ones, as life is fleeting.

This bridge literally bridges the easiest path between the towns from which both sides of my family come from.

You can’t see it, but I stood on a bridge while I took that picture. That bridge is now gone. From what I’ve been told, the river is larger now. My Taino Indian ancestors used to use this river. My mom and her siblings used to walk that bridge on their way to school, and back, every single day. The lack of the bridge is troubling, though. Folks who would visit each other every day probably no longer do so, as the road around this area takes quite a while to traverse. Will a division in distance equal a division in relationships? I pray not.

I hope you have enjoyed reading about my feelings on this. I hope that you think of Puerto Rico more often, too. And if you’ve helped, I thank you, too.


Cyndia Rios-Myers


My Werewolf Series of Books

So, I love werewolf movies. Loooooove them. I wish I could watch them during the day. However, my son is not yet into being scared. (When does that happen, I wonder…)

My favorite werewolf movies are: An American Werewolf in London, Silver Bullet, The Howling, and Dog Soldiers. Save for Dog Soldiers, I have them all on DVD. And I’m just waiting to watch them. Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Anyway, let me tell you about Lana Boxer, the protagonist of the seven-book series Rescued by the Wolf. She’s a Maryland girl with a rough exterior and a heart of gold. She goes looking for her fellow social worker friend Jenny, and finds something else instead.

I promise you that you’ll like it. I promise you’ll be scared. So please! Read them and enjoy them.

The Wolves on Amazon



Cyndia Rios-Myers


Okay, so if you’re here for a Bueller picture, here is one:



What I’m Reading…

Good Afternoon, everyone! I hope that you are all doing well.

All is well over here. Getting ready for tomorrow’s storm by stocking up on the essentials (Stella Artois and Sarris chocolates).

Also, I am reading. Non-fiction. It’s educational. Gives me interesting stuff to talk to the hubs about.

The amount of entertainment I am getting out of this read is quite surprising:

Yeah, that’s Michael Rapaport on the cover (pardon the flash glare) – the actor. Apparently, he’s pretty well known for his sports commentary. 

I am surprised over how much I am enjoying this book, as I am not a sports fan. I am much less into sports stats. However, the way Rapaport vividly describes his favorite teams, sports stars, and even his less favorite ones does a great job of commanding my attention. (Also love his acting).


Here’s another book that I am “enjoying” in short doses:

This one is equal parts of: engaging, shocking, and disturbing.

Kara Hughes gets into some of the more horrid, unsolved mysteries of PA – namely those of unsolved serial killings. I am saddened over everyone who met their ends horribly, and whose murderer(s) got away with their crimes.

I checked other books out from the library, too; a Whiskey Rebellion book, one on women from the west, and a book by a yoga instructor who is too stuck on herself (I won’t finish that one).

So…that’s me today. Here’s a picture of Bueller the cat for your amusement. Thanks for reading!


Cyndia Rios-Myers


I will NOT get on that balance board. I don’t need agility training.