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Beauty For Ashes
Excerpt from Chapter 8 - �Spirituality and Spirits�


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Adventures In New Mexico on November 23, 2015

Published November 23, 2015

It was nothing but God's favor that caused a couple from New Mexico who bought my 1978 Rolls Royce Silver Shadow II and a copy of my book FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF to insist on hosting me for a week in New Mexico. They arranged for three book signings, and showed me the local culture. I sold 27 books, touched the lives of persons experiencing grief and loss, and gained six pounds eating all that Mexican food! Had a great time seeing the state, and going to Mexico for a day, and climbing the bottom tip of the Canadian Rocky Mountains to explore the large rocks on which Indians painted their history. There were also holes out of which they peeked to see wagon trains coming by. To steady ourselves while climbing, we used yucca sticks taller than I. We went to the open marketplace for fresh fruits and vegetables, and saw how they dry chili peppers on rooftops.

I said I would NOT become a Cowgirl, but as you can see, I changed my mind. I'm at my host's home, armed with gun, whip, boots, hat and Border Patrol Badge. I was chauffeured in the Rolls Royce, which was a bittersweet feeling because I never thought I would see the car again after selling it. Memories of Waverly's love for that car came back as I was driven to the signing at the St. Clare Winery.

I'm working on my third book called BEAUTY FOR ASHES, and I must add a chapter called "Unearned Grace" to depict God's favor in bringing the couple who purchased the RR and me together in New Mexico as dear friends.

My Thoughts on March 13, 2015

Published March 13, 2015

Today is three years since my Darling Waverly died, and my mind is flooded with thoughts an mixed emotions. 


Last night at my weekly Bible Study, the message was that we should embrace the pressure that comes our way, because God put it upon is to bring us closer to the anointing. 


This morning, I was at Sand Lake Imaging at 6:30 a.m. for my annual mammogram, and after I survived the Medieval mammogram machine, I wondered if I had embraced the pressure and moved a step closer to my anointing. I suspect the message was deeper than that, but it gave me a silent chuckle. 


When I left the place, though, daylight had appeared and I realized I was a block from Dr. Phillips Hospital, where Waverly died exactly three years ago. My heart beat faster, but I quickly dried the few tears that fell as I drove home. I chose to gaze at the beautiful sky, and my disposition changed. 


In the quiet time during which I drove to my home, I reflected on what it means to embrace God's pressure, and not run from it or complain about it. I've only made significant strides in my spiritual growth since losing my Waverly, probably because I was so comfortable on his arm. Our world was intimate, and in retrospect, I think some of our closeness may have been to the exclusion of important parts of our faith.


When I wrote FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF, the major question for me was to ask God why I couldn't fulfill my purpose on this earth while standing next to Waverly. I am realizing slowly that He has answered my question. I needed to grow in a direction that had been thwarted by the love, peace and happiness that Waverly and I enjoyed for decades. This was a personal, singular growth that God was, and is requiring of me because I was not understanding my assignment for this phase of my life. I understand it now!


I may shed another few tear when speaking to relatives and close friends today, but I like what my daughter, Alicia said this day will never be as important as our birthdays and anniversaries. The days to remember will be the ones marking our existence or milestones in our lives. March 13th is the day I believe Waverly got to see Gods face.  I aspire to a time of perfect peace and no pain, so I must embrace the pressures, big and small, to prove myself worthy of a climb to a higher level of ascending the mountain.

 I'm in a good place, now that I've sorted my feelings and pushed past my natural emotions to a place of purpose and calm. I'm grateful for the pressure.

Fondly,Dr.  Ruth

Dr. Ruth's Observations About Her Widow's Austerity Budget

Published January 25, 2015

Dr. Ruth's Observations About Her Widow's Austerity Budget

I gave some attention in my book FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF to the fact that, once my husband, Waverly died, my household income was significantly diminished. I remained the lady of the house, but became the housekeeper, groundskeeper, pool boy, and head chef. Yes, I cried the fist time I fell into the pool trying to clean it the way the pool service had done. Through audible, tearful mumblings, I told God, I liked Waverly's World better.


What have I learned these two and a half years? To begin with, I now know the precise locations of the lights in both the refrigerator and the freezer because neither is packed so full of foodstuffs that the light is obscured. I no longer have Tupperware tubs filled with unidentifiable items that sprouted multi-colored mold while waiting to be eaten. No, no, that Tupperware is filled with easily identifiable items I call tomorrow night's dinner!


I've become a math whiz in my mind. For example, while traveling to work three days before payday, I can concentrate on traffic patterns around me, while calculating the number of miles between work and home, multiplied by the number of gallons of gas I have available. In an instant, I know whether to rub my brow in silence or find a happy radio station. The other day, I filled my large gas tank to the brim, and when I returned the pump handle to its cradle, I thought I heard a burp! More than once I've threatened my vehicle by saying it could be replaced by a horse and a bucket of feed! Still, the words flashing across the screen next to my steering column continue to say, Please refuel right now!


With joy in my heart and a humble spirit, I've learned to enjoy Ruth's Reality a-l-m-o-s-t as much as I loved Waverly's World.


Published November 13, 2013

My husband, Waverly Lee Baskerville, Jr. died on March 13, 2012. We had been married for almost forty-five years, which meant that I had not just lost the company of my one true love, but I was also lost! We were each other's best friends for our entire adult lives. Whatever one of us thought to do was filtered through the lens of what we knew about the other's desires.


I thought it impossible to survive without him because there were too many tasks, decisions, plans that he alone managed. Dividing responsibilities is typical in long-term relationships, and couples are supposed to view each other as if the union will remain awhile longer, if not forever.


As I shared with family and close friends my struggle to accomplish a myriad of left-brain tasks previously foreign to me, they laughed heartily. They called my stories hilarious, though my retort was, I don't see what's so funny!


I saw that grief did have a funny side, and the title of my book came to me: FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF.


Each segment tells a different aspect of my journey to successfully function without Waverly. I reveal my intimate thoughts and actions in a stream-of-conscience writing style, rather than to tell my story in chronological order. I don't think anyone will be confused.  


Most experiences I recount are highly amusing to all readers, but for those times when I found no humor, I created a chapter called Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This. Writing this book was cathartic for me, but I also wanted to connect with readers who are mourning like I am. Humor is excellent medicine for the ailing mind, body and soul.


I apologized to a dear friend for naively thinking that grieving over the loss of her husband was something that diminished in time. I foolishly likened her grief to a wound that looked awfully painful at first, but got better each day until only a tiny scar remained. I now know that these distinct scars will never disappear, and that coping with grief is the only way to find a measure of happiness again. It's called a new normal.


I've learned that grief is like a roller coaster, where the ride never ends, and the goal is to find the courage to let go your grip of the safety bar and raise your arms high in the air, as you free fall with confidence that you'll land safely, in your right mind.



by Dr. Ruth L. Baskerville


Published October 30, 2013

The day before what would have been my forty-fifth wedding anniversary was the second most tear-filled day since Waverly died. I awoke that morning, kneeling for my usual prayer thanking God for another day. But before I could utter a word, I started sobbing and shouting, So what's next? What happens now? What is it that you want me to do alone that I couldn't do with Waverly, God What do you want of me? WHAT?


I know we're not supposed to talk to God like that, but the one day-one blessing at a time thing wasn't working for me. Wasn't I able to fulfill my divine purpose in life while standing next to Waverly? I went from my parents' home to my husband's home, so God must have known I wasn't meant to be alone! What was He thinking?


I never thanked Him for my daily blessings, and I never prayed for anyone else that day. I must have shown the minimum respect by saying Amen, but cried getting dressed and walking Lucky. I cried because I couldn't find the Staples coupon for the ink cartridge I needed, and then because I couldn't find one sneaker. I made it a point to keep busy with a number of tasks, but wiped away the steady stream of tears while doing them all. I got angry with myself because I made my eyes puffy, and then I cried about that.


I involuntarily knelt down by the living room coffee table sometime before dinner, loudly asking God questions in rapid succession. Did you take Waverly because his work was done, or because you had something for me to do that I would never see until he was gone from me? Couldn't you have given me a sign, despite the HOLY BIBLE saying we know not the hour of our death, or something like that? I wasn't ready! If You never make mistakes, God, then help me to make sense of this. I need Waverly, I want to hold him and kiss him just one more time, OK? I want to say goodbye to my Darling Forever until we meet again.


By late evening, I felt terrible about the way I had behaved all day. God could have sent me a stern message, borrowing a line in the movie, Taxi Driver: You talkin ta ME?  I owed Him a more gracious prayer that night, and I knew I had better pray for someone besides my sorry self! Tomorrow would be better.


I knelt down and bowed my head, thanking God especially for this day that tested my faith, understanding and patience. I thanked Him for the profusion of love from my family and friends, and for allowing me almost forty-five years with my true love. I thanked God for taking Waverly so quickly and painlessly, without his lingering or experiencing discomfort or losing his dignity.



by Dr. Ruth L. Baskerville


Because my husband and I were heavy for years before he died, I pledged to lose weight for both of us. I joined a gym, where I was the oldest and biggest person in the Total Body Workout class. My fourth day of exercise in three decades would have been horrifying, if I had not passed the age of being horrified. We were standing on the stepper, and the order was given to grab the right ankle and pull the right leg back until our sneaker touched our butt. At the same time, we were to extend the opposing arm and lean forward slightly.


I lacked the balance to even remain on the stepper, but I was determined to keep trying to do the task. I grabbed the little ankle sock that peeked out from the sneaker, figuring that if I could pull the sock behind me, the foot would follow.


My exercise Instructor Felix appeared in front of me, shouting, Give me more! Much like the release of a rock from a slingshot, the sock gave way, I lost my grip and my balance, and fell into the arms of Felix  literally!! His body broke my inevitable fall, nose first, onto the front of the stepper. Only because he had such upper body strength and balance did we not both hit the gym floor with me on top of him.


Every person in the class held their poised, balanced positions while staring at their instructor and infamous classmate. Felix composed himself and moved away from me without a word. Sure my face was red, but the upside was likely that Felix would never again stand close to me saying, Give me more! I believe I gave him ALL.


FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF will be available in time for the holidays, at a cost of $14.95. It appeals to those grieving, like me, and to those who want to comfort persons who've lost loved ones. When we find the humor in grief, no matter how fleeting, we replace a moment of sadness with laughter, usually at ourselves! It's the best therapy on the road to healing our broken hearts.


For more information, contact Dr. Ruth L. Baskerville at 407-656-1092, or, or



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