Rina Ríos is a personal coach to couples and individuals. She is intuitive, with a keen understanding of people, while being well grounded. Click here to contact her with questions or to book a consultation.

Rina, a mother of two teenagers, resides in the vibrant heart of New York City where they homeschooled for fourteen years. With a rich and diverse background, she has passionately dedicated herself as a childbirth professional for nearly two decades, primarily as a respected doula trainer. Simultaneously, her journey as a seasoned personal coach spans nearly as long, showcasing her commitment to guiding and helping others. Beyond her expertise in childbirth and coaching, Rina's journey encompasses a dynamic history, including a stint in the fashion industry, as a teacher, a personal shopper, and over two decades as a singer.

Throughout her adventures, Rina has crossed paths with an array of intriguing individuals and embarked on fascinating journeys around the globe. These collective experiences, intertwined with the cherished stories of her beloved family, converge to create enthralling narratives shared with a magnetic flair that never fails to captivate her audience. Her debut book, Tuesday Tales, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Apple Books, and other retailers.

…My mother grew up on the Caribbean coast of Colombia and, because there are so many Native Americans there and descendants of African slaves, it was very important for there to also be lots of missionaries to save their souls. This is a tale of the missionaries in its two versions…

…With a girdle hiding her eight-month pregnancy, my mother boarded the plane. After arriving in Florida, they were to leave their tour group behind and take another flight to New York City. My mother's male travel companion had a brilliant idea at this point. He wanted to see the countryside, so he got bus tickets instead. I can't imagine how this conversation went. Was my mother asleep when he was talking to her? She had plane tickets and instead ended up on a bus ride from Florida to New York with three children plus another one in her belly. Also, it was August and 1973. Also, the bus goes on a highway, no countryside in sight. For days. In August. With children. And a very pregnant belly…

…My mother grew up on the Caribbean coast of Colombia and, because there are so many Native Americans there and descendants of African slaves, it was very important for there to also be lots of missionaries to save their souls. This is a tale of the missionaries in its two versions…

…With a girdle hiding her eight-month pregnancy, my mother boarded the plane. After arriving in Florida, they were to leave their tour group behind and take another flight to New York City. My mother's male travel companion had a brilliant idea at this point. He wanted to see the countryside, so he got bus tickets instead. I can't imagine how this conversation went. Was my mother asleep when he was talking to her? She had plane tickets and instead ended up on a bus ride from Florida to New York with three children plus another one in her belly. Also, it was August and 1973. Also, the bus goes on a highway, no countryside in sight. For days. In August. With children. And a very pregnant belly…

…My mother grew up on the Caribbean coast of Colombia and, because there are so many Native Americans there and descendants of African slaves, it was very important for there to also be lots of missionaries to save their souls. This is a tale of the missionaries in its two versions…

…With a girdle hiding her eight-month pregnancy, my mother boarded the plane. After arriving in Florida, they were to leave their tour group behind and take another flight to New York City. My mother's male travel companion had a brilliant idea at this point. He wanted to see the countryside, so he got bus tickets instead. I can't imagine how this conversation went. Was my mother asleep when he was talking to her? She had plane tickets and instead ended up on a bus ride from Florida to New York with three children plus another one in her belly. Also, it was August and 1973. Also, the bus goes on a highway, no countryside in sight. For days. In August. With children. And a very pregnant belly…

…My mother grew up on the Caribbean coast of Colombia and, because there are so many Native Americans there and descendants of African slaves, it was very important for there to also be lots of missionaries to save their souls. This is a tale of the missionaries in its two versions… …With a girdle hiding her eight-month pregnancy, my mother boarded the plane. After arriving in Florida, they were to leave their tour group behind and take another flight to New York City. My mother's male travel companion had a brilliant idea at this point. He wanted to see the countryside, so he got bus tickets instead. I can't imagine how this conversation went. Was my mother asleep when he was talking to her? She had plane tickets and instead ended up on a bus ride from Florida to New York with three children plus another one in her belly. Also, it was August and 1973. Also, the bus goes on a highway, no countryside in sight. For days. In August. With children. And a very pregnant belly… …My mother grew up on the Caribbean coast of Colombia and, because there are so many Native Americans there and descendants of African slaves, it was very important for there to also be lots of missionaries to save their souls. This is a tale of the missionaries in its two versions… …With a girdle hiding her eight-month pregnancy, my mother boarded the plane. After arriving in Florida, they were to leave their tour group behind and take another flight to New York City. My mother's male travel companion had a brilliant idea at this point. He wanted to see the countryside, so he got bus tickets instead. I can't imagine how this conversation went. Was my mother asleep when he was talking to her? She had plane tickets and instead ended up on a bus ride from Florida to New York with three children plus another one in her belly. Also, it was August and 1973. Also, the bus goes on a highway, no countryside in sight. For days. In August. With children. And a very pregnant belly… …My mother grew up on the Caribbean coast of Colombia and, because there are so many Native Americans there and descendants of African slaves, it was very important for there to also be lots of missionaries to save their souls. This is a tale of the missionaries in its two versions… …With a girdle hiding her eight-month pregnancy, my mother boarded the plane. After arriving in Florida, they were to leave their tour group behind and take another flight to New York City. My mother's male travel companion had a brilliant idea at this point. He wanted to see the countryside, so he got bus tickets instead. I can't imagine how this conversation went. Was my mother asleep when he was talking to her? She had plane tickets and instead ended up on a bus ride from Florida to New York with three children plus another one in her belly. Also, it was August and 1973. Also, the bus goes on a highway, no countryside in sight. For days. In August. With children. And a very pregnant belly…

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…It was a lovely summer night and I was on a date. After dinner, we meandered towards Washington Square Park in the darkedy dark darkness and sat on a bench. It was late o’clock and it was pretty desolate theres abouts. Surely we were enthralled by each other. I’m imagining him responding with glee to my every bon mots and gazing into my sweet yet seductive eyes. I don’t know, but somehow my handbag was stolen as we sat there, by some unseen figure who melded into the darkness of the park…

…We took the boat through a narrow passage to get to the large swamp area and immediately started saying, “There's an alligator,” over and over. Soon, it was pointless because there were so many alligators everywhere. Then, my brain did something I can't explain. Instead of getting more nervous as the threat increased, I got comfortable. It was nice to see them swish their tails back-and-forth, even when they weren't going away from us. There were alligators all around!...

…It was a lovely summer night and I was on a date. After dinner, we meandered towards Washington Square Park in the darkedy dark darkness and sat on a bench. It was late o’clock and it was pretty desolate theres abouts. Surely we were enthralled by each other. I’m imagining him responding with glee to my every bon mots and gazing into my sweet yet seductive eyes. I don’t know, but somehow my handbag was stolen as we sat there, by some unseen figure who melded into the darkness of the park…

…We took the boat through a narrow passage to get to the large swamp area and immediately started saying, “There's an alligator,” over and over. Soon, it was pointless because there were so many alligators everywhere. Then, my brain did something I can't explain. Instead of getting more nervous as the threat increased, I got comfortable. It was nice to see them swish their tails back-and-forth, even when they weren't going away from us. There were alligators all around!...

…It was a lovely summer night and I was on a date. After dinner, we meandered towards Washington Square Park in the darkedy dark darkness and sat on a bench. It was late o’clock and it was pretty desolate theres abouts. Surely we were enthralled by each other. I’m imagining him responding with glee to my every bon mots and gazing into my sweet yet seductive eyes. I don’t know, but somehow my handbag was stolen as we sat there, by some unseen figure who melded into the darkness of the park…

…We took the boat through a narrow passage to get to the large swamp area and immediately started saying, “There's an alligator,” over and over. Soon, it was pointless because there were so many alligators everywhere. Then, my brain did something I can't explain. Instead of getting more nervous as the threat increased, I got comfortable. It was nice to see them swish their tails back-and-forth, even when they weren't going away from us. There were alligators all around!...

…It was a lovely summer night and I was on a date. After dinner, we meandered towards Washington Square Park in the darkedy dark darkness and sat on a bench. It was late o’clock and it was pretty desolate theres abouts. Surely we were enthralled by each other. I’m imagining him responding with glee to my every bon mots and gazing into my sweet yet seductive eyes. I don’t know, but somehow my handbag was stolen as we sat there, by some unseen figure who melded into the darkness of the park… …We took the boat through a narrow passage to get to the large swamp area and immediately started saying, “There's an alligator,” over and over. Soon, it was pointless because there were so many alligators everywhere. Then, my brain did something I can't explain. Instead of getting more nervous as the threat increased, I got comfortable. It was nice to see them swish their tails back-and-forth, even when they weren't going away from us. There were alligators all around!... …It was a lovely summer night and I was on a date. After dinner, we meandered towards Washington Square Park in the darkedy dark darkness and sat on a bench. It was late o’clock and it was pretty desolate theres abouts. Surely we were enthralled by each other. I’m imagining him responding with glee to my every bon mots and gazing into my sweet yet seductive eyes. I don’t know, but somehow my handbag was stolen as we sat there, by some unseen figure who melded into the darkness of the park… …We took the boat through a narrow passage to get to the large swamp area and immediately started saying, “There's an alligator,” over and over. Soon, it was pointless because there were so many alligators everywhere. Then, my brain did something I can't explain. Instead of getting more nervous as the threat increased, I got comfortable. It was nice to see them swish their tails back-and-forth, even when they weren't going away from us. There were alligators all around!... …It was a lovely summer night and I was on a date. After dinner, we meandered towards Washington Square Park in the darkedy dark darkness and sat on a bench. It was late o’clock and it was pretty desolate theres abouts. Surely we were enthralled by each other. I’m imagining him responding with glee to my every bon mots and gazing into my sweet yet seductive eyes. I don’t know, but somehow my handbag was stolen as we sat there, by some unseen figure who melded into the darkness of the park… …We took the boat through a narrow passage to get to the large swamp area and immediately started saying, “There's an alligator,” over and over. Soon, it was pointless because there were so many alligators everywhere. Then, my brain did something I can't explain. Instead of getting more nervous as the threat increased, I got comfortable. It was nice to see them swish their tails back-and-forth, even when they weren't going away from us. There were alligators all around!...

…He sometimes took the family on predawn trips to a beach near Cartagena to watch the sunrise and spend the day. One day, he got the idea to go fishing. He made a deal with a man to take him in his canoe. The deal involved a bottle of rum, which the man looked at with eyes that crossed with longing as it was set before him. Do you know the saying about paying the band before they play? You're not supposed to because they'll go out and get drunk. Imagine if you pay the band with a bottle of rum. Yeah, that's what happened…

...There was a really strong sensation in my forehead and it was a painful sensation. I cried big, fat, wet tears. This painful sensation, as I recall, was small compared to what I felt only moments later as Angelika Buzadzija approached me with the biggest knife I had ever seen. I knew it was Anjelika because I could hear her crying out, “Let me fix you.” I couldn't see her through my tears and the gleam of the humongous blade in which I could see the reflection of my future forehead, scarred for life by its stone-sharpened edge. I turned around and that's when I know I started to run, screaming at the top of my voice but still hearing her as she chased me, “Let me fix you!”...

…He sometimes took the family on predawn trips to a beach near Cartagena to watch the sunrise and spend the day. One day, he got the idea to go fishing. He made a deal with a man to take him in his canoe. The deal involved a bottle of rum, which the man looked at with eyes that crossed with longing as it was set before him. Do you know the saying about paying the band before they play? You're not supposed to because they'll go out and get drunk. Imagine if you pay the band with a bottle of rum. Yeah, that's what happened… …He sometimes took the family on predawn trips to a beach near Cartagena to watch the sunrise and spend the day. One day, he got the idea to go fishing. He made a deal with a man to take him in his canoe. The deal involved a bottle of rum, which the man looked at with eyes that crossed with longing as it was set before him. Do you know the saying about paying the band before they play? You're not supposed to because they'll go out and get drunk. Imagine if you pay the band with a bottle of rum. Yeah, that's what happened… …He sometimes took the family on predawn trips to a beach near Cartagena to watch the sunrise and spend the day. One day, he got the idea to go fishing. He made a deal with a man to take him in his canoe. The deal involved a bottle of rum, which the man looked at with eyes that crossed with longing as it was set before him. Do you know the saying about paying the band before they play? You're not supposed to because they'll go out and get drunk. Imagine if you pay the band with a bottle of rum. Yeah, that's what happened… ...There was a really strong sensation in my forehead and it was a painful sensation. I cried big, fat, wet tears. This painful sensation, as I recall, was small compared to what I felt only moments later as Angelika Buzadzija approached me with the biggest knife I had ever seen. I knew it was Anjelika because I could hear her crying out, “Let me fix you.” I couldn't see her through my tears and the gleam of the humongous blade in which I could see the reflection of my future forehead, scarred for life by its stone-sharpened edge. I turned around and that's when I know I started to run, screaming at the top of my voice but still hearing her as she chased me, “Let me fix you!”... ...There was a really strong sensation in my forehead and it was a painful sensation. I cried big, fat, wet tears. This painful sensation, as I recall, was small compared to what I felt only moments later as Angelika Buzadzija approached me with the biggest knife I had ever seen. I knew it was Anjelika because I could hear her crying out, “Let me fix you.” I couldn't see her through my tears and the gleam of the humongous blade in which I could see the reflection of my future forehead, scarred for life by its stone-sharpened edge. I turned around and that's when I know I started to run, screaming at the top of my voice but still hearing her as she chased me, “Let me fix you!”... ...There was a really strong sensation in my forehead and it was a painful sensation. I cried big, fat, wet tears. This painful sensation, as I recall, was small compared to what I felt only moments later as Angelika Buzadzija approached me with the biggest knife I had ever seen. I knew it was Anjelika because I could hear her crying out, “Let me fix you.” I couldn't see her through my tears and the gleam of the humongous blade in which I could see the reflection of my future forehead, scarred for life by its stone-sharpened edge. I turned around and that's when I know I started to run, screaming at the top of my voice but still hearing her as she chased me, “Let me fix you!”...

Footage from Rina’s Fiftieth Birthday Show and Book Launch