Old Songs for New Memories

I was going through stuff in my junk drawer, as I was sure that there were things I could purge. You see, I am still using the Marie Kondo method of decluttering. While going through a junk drawer, I found my old Case Logic book of CDs.

I don’t listen to CDs much anymore, thanks (or no thanks) to iTunes. But I keep them. I paid for them, after all. Also, I worry about losing all of my online songs. If that happened, at least I would have these ones to listen to.


My son has very strong opinions about some of my CDs. He didn’t understand why I would buy an entire CD for just one song. I explained it. He then asked why I bought such bad music.

At first, I explained that tastes in music change. But then I remembered that I was thirty-nine-years-old to his nine-years-old. I told him straight out that I would not defend music choices I made nearly twenty years into the past.


The last time this was my name was about nine years ago. The last time this was my address was eighteen years ago.

Even with the questions regarding my purchase decisions, I was glad to let him use my CDs at his leisure. He can learn what he likes and doesn’t like. He can use the CDs I am not using. He can learn to operate a CD player.


If I am being completely honest, though, it is kind of about me, too. Seeing him listen to my CDs reminds me of listening to my mom’s records and her eight tracks. My stepmother’s records, too. I learned about Camilo Sesto, El Gran Combo, and Rocio Durcal. You probably don’t know those names, but that’s okay. I connected with the music and I connected with my mother’s past.

Maybe the takeaway from this is that my son will think of me when he hears this song. When he hears Torn by Natalie Imbruglia, he’ll think of me. (He won’t have my memory of 1997 San Francisco and cutting my hair short). When he hears Best That You Can Do by Christopher Cross, he’ll think of mornings spent in our kitchen in Essex Junction, Vermont, (and not visits to the shores of Lake Michigan when his mother was just a girl.)

I’m glad that I let him play the songs at his leisure. I am so happy that my mother did the same for me, too.



The View from Up Here

I am not afraid of heights. Never have been. The truth is that I should be. A constant scenario during dream time is myself standing on a bridge with no handrails. I fall off the side. I don’t remember anything that comes after. Maybe it’s how I died in past life.

Still, I am unafraid. I like climbing to the highest of heights and like looking down at everything else.



I think that this is where I am supposed to insert a metaphor for life. I am not going to do that. I am going to keep climbing, though. Forever.




Thanks for reading!

Cyndia Rios-Myers

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Take Care of You – My New Book!!!

Hi folks!!!

I am so, so, so, so, so very excited to tell you all about my new novella – Take Care of You.  

I’ve gone ahead and created a question and answer session on it.

  1. Awesome! A new book. How long has it been since you last wrote something? Thanks! I am glad that you are excited, too. The truth is that I am always writing something. However, not all of those books are meant for an audience outside of myself. But the last time I published something was in April of 2013. 
  2. Tell me that this is a sequel to The Wolves!! Well…I can’t do that, because it is not. It is entirely unrelated to The Wolves. However, I promise that you will enjoy this. And that you’ll beg for a sequel!
  3. A novella again? Why do you write such short stories? Well…in my defense, short stories are shorter than novellas. But I’ll give you an answer. I think that some stories don’t need a lot of words to convey a scene, dialogue, or even a good monologue. I hate reading novels that should have been novellas or short stories. If you have a story, you should tell it. You should not add fluff to it in order to make more marketable or hit that 40,000 word count. Respect the story and its pace. 
  4. Where can I buy it? I am so glad you asked! You can buy Take Care of You at AmazonBarnes and Noble, or Smashwords.
  5. Okay. What’s the cover art like? Here it is!!! Take Care of You - High Resolution
  6. Cool. Where can I read a preview for it? Go no further than here! Take Care of You eBook Preview


Thanks for bearing with me, folks. I hope you like this one. I loved writing it! Please let me know your thoughts on this via reviews, emails, or feedback right here on this blog.

Thanks for reading!!

Cyndia Rios-Myers


Gone, But Not Forgotten

While looking for the headstones of deceased family members (of my husband and son) in Adams County, Pennsylvania, I found other headstones that moved me. I’ll let them tell their own stories:

What a hard, horrible year Loretta had.



He was born one year and two days after his older twin brothers born – and died. He was buried with them.



He was loved.



Love the unconventional font.



Sylvia rests with her parents.





“Jesus touched her and she slept.”


Be Cautious of Cautionary Tales

I think that parents’ intentions are good when they tell their children stories of fallen women and men. “You don’t want to end up like XXX. Study hard, ignore boys, and you’ll be just fine.”  I don’t know that it always works. As a young girl, I would immediately feel interested in the “fallen” woman’s life I’d been warned against. And attracted. The reason behind my interest was the knowledge that the fallen woman had taken another track – one strongly advised against. Cautionary tales fail because children like alternate tracks. They like “What If” stories. They like doing what is unexpected and unaccepted.

What parents fail to realize, though, is that they do a disservice to the protagonists of their cautionary tales.

We (because all of us – at some time or another – have been the protagonists of cautionary tales) are not the sum of our bad times.

We all have bad days, bad months, and even bad years. We are not defined by those, though. We should also be wary of being good cautionary tales. We might have the great job, great boyfriend, and a much admired family life. Still, bad things can happy to us; stuff so bad that it derails everything we are a part of. What might a careful student or admirer of our life postulate then?

In the future, I will be one to correct others when they use people as cautionary tales, as I have been the subject of cautionary tales.

The age of fourteen was a rough one for me. My behavior and my words got me kicked out of not one, but two houses. The age of seventeen was a good one; I surprised everyone when my tiny self joined the Navy and made it through boot camp. The age of nineteen found me with a bad, bad, bad man. I did bad things because of him. In summation, those experiences shored me up. They afforded me the strength to get me through a horrible, horrible hardship.

Perhaps you are finding yourself in a bad time. Perhaps you feel as if you are being measured against others, and you are falling short. Perhaps you feel as if you are being held up as a role model for others to see, and perhaps that is weighing you down.

Know that I won’t use you as a cautionary tale. You are not defined by a bad day, bad month, or a bad year. You are on a journey. It isn’t over.


Cyndia Rios-Myers


But I Thought You Loved Me

Here I am, tired. You’ve come to me and left me…weak. Scattered. Buzzed and over-sugared.

Today was my day to have sugar and beer. It was supposed to be a day of re-balancing. After my four day break and reconsumption of beer and processed sugar, I am feeling a bit lethargic. Buzzed. I don’t like this.

Crap. It didn’t used to be like this. But it is now. In order for the scale to say what I want it to say, I have to cut back on cookies and booze. I’d hoped it wouldn’t have to be this way. But here we are.

From here on out, I will only consume processed sugar and beer twice a week. Sigh.

Again, I’d hoped it wouldn’t be this way.


Cyndia Rios-Myers


A Break

Sometimes, we must give away the things that own us. Sometimes we take them back, though. I am going to take these guys back sometime, but need some distance.

I need to get my power back. Taking a break from these things will help with that.

Because I am getting older. My battlefield shows age. Sure, my mind and experiences make me better equipped to face my adversaries, but my terrain is different.


Let me tell you, this older body loves to hang onto sugar. It sucks.

Yes, folks. I am talking about sugar and beer. I am giving them up for a few days. My stomach craves them. However, after only two days, the scale is already showing the difference. I kind of resent that.

What does this mean from here on out? Will I stop drinking beer? Will I stop eating things with sugar in them? I hope not.


To be continued…

Cyndia Rios-Myers