Monday, January 8, 2018

Hello, everyone, and Happy New Year. I promise to do a better job of blogging on The Books of Ruth in 2018. I ended last year having helped twelve authors to become published and begin marketing their books to audiences eager to receive them. I love writing, whether editing or ghostwriting, and i believe God is pleased with the way I'm using my gift. Please visit my website at ruthbaskerville.com, which has a new section featuring the front covers and testimonials from my authors. Now, back to work for me!

Here's my latest book, about my pretty humorous life after being a widow of four years. I published it in 2017.
Dr. Ruth L. Baskerville


Hello, everyone, and Happy New Year. I promise to do a better job of blogging on The Books of Ruth in 2018. I ended last year having helped twelve authors to become published and begin marketing their books to audiences eager to receive them. I love writing, whether editing or ghostwriting, and i believe God is pleased with the way I'm using my gift. Please visit my website at ruthbaskerville.com, which has a new section featuring the front covers and testimonials from my authors. Now, back to work for me!
Dr. Ruth L. Baskerville


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

I haven't blogged in so long that I almost forgot where this blog page is! Nevertheless, much has happened since I wrote last. I am now author of three books: HOODLESS KLAN, FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF, AND BEAUTY FOR ASHES. The last two detail my journey through grief to a place of spiritual healing, but also a place where I'm open to new relationships and experiences.

At this moment, I am a ghostwriter for eleven authors who have compelling stories to share, but need some help finding the right words to express their thoughts. I thank God daily for the gift of words. As a matter of fact, God is in all eleven books! It's like being a midwife for someone delivering a baby. I feel so much pride and joy as authors publish and go forth selling books and competing in writing competitions.

My next book, when my calendar is less busy, will be to write about turning a school around by changing the culture. When the adults are nurtured and respected for their dedication to teaching and learning, the children perform well. Sounds simple, but there is much more to making this happen.

I intend to blog more often, so I figure if I post this sentence, I'll hold myself accountable.

Dr. Ruth

Friday, March 13, 2015

My Thoughts on 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 God's 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

Sunday, January 25, 2015

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

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."








Monday, December 30, 2013

Happy New Year, everyone!

Since my second book, FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF arrived on December 11th, my husband Waverly's birthday, so many family members and friends have requested a copy. After nearly forty-five years of marriage, I had not only lost the company of my true love, but I was also lost! I thought it was impossible to survive without him, until I learned how to laugh more often than I cried. 

My book offers a way for bereaved persons to heal by relating to the sometimes sad, more often funny situations in which I found myself, trying to handle the myriad of tasks needing my attention.

Here are my upcoming events, since my first reading and book signing at my home yesterday, December 29th, for neighbors and a few friends. 

- F.R.E.S.H. Book Festival in Daytona, Florida on January 3rd and 4th;
- Zora Festival in Eatonville, Florida on January 31st, February 1st & 2nd.

I'm planning a trip to Richmond and Chesapeake, Virginia end of February, so for those living in Virginia, watch my blog and FB posts for details. I'll be in Atlanta, Georgia in March.

For any who want your personalized copies of FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF now, you can follow the PayPal link on this blog, or contact me at 321-331-5011 to request a special message for you or someone else. 

I'm beginning to turn my journey through grief into my journey through faith, and I'm looking forward to whatever 2014 holds!

Dr. Ruth

Wednesday, November 13, 2013


FINDING HUMOR IN GRIEF
Dr. Ruth L. Baskerville

Introduction

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.