Shakti: The Feminine Power of Yoga, photographed by Victoria Davis, foreword by Shiva Rea (Malibu, California: Davis Designs, 2003)
Uncle Wiggily and His Friends, by Howard R. Garis (New York: Platt & Munk, 1949)--two copies
Uncle Wiggily and the Pirates, or How the Enemy Craft of Pirate Fox Was Sunk, and How the Bobcat Nearly Spoiled a Nutting Party, also Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane Gather Mayflowers, by Howard R. Garis, pictured by Lang Campbell (Racine, Wisconsin: Whitman Publishing, 1931)
Uncle Wiggily in the Country, by Howard R. Garis (New York: A. L. Burt Company, 1916). This book was my mother's--heavily damaged by my brothers and me.
Uncle Wiggily Stories, by Howard R. Garis, illustrated by Art Seiden (New York: Grosset & Dunlap, 1977)
Lilias Yoga and Tou, by Lilias M. Folan (New York: Bantam Books, 1983)
"In a time, when so many women feel a need to 'fix' their form externally, the yogini embraces shakti with love and radiates that communion from the inside too."
"Uncle Wiggily twinkled his pink nose and said: 'Let me think?'"
What is a "wig," and why is it so funny? Our dog "Wiglaf" (from Beowulf) wears his grizzled muzzle with a grin, and it is as if he understands what it means to "wig out"; to "wiggle out"; to Uncle Wiggily out.
My wife Wendy wiles away her mornings doing yoga.
We all nap in the afternoon. That's healthy, right?
Our childish approach to age is Uncle Wiggily's.
Howard R. Garis's character, who was a favorite when I was a kid, was always gamboling.
Big feet flying.
His clothes were natty.
His pose was in midair.
He told me of the joys of getting old.