As Manly As I Can Be

Most of the time you expect the tough cynic I am to publish a rant on the errors of social media, the terrors of running a marathon, or a slam on the culture I live in demanding that I find a spouse within the next 24 hours.

But sometimes at two o'clock in the morning, when little sisters hand me over a niece, gift-wrapped in a polka dot blanket; all of that gets pushed aside, and the Uncle inside me comes out to play.