DolcePita

On one of those days when the sun hung like a sleepy lion at its zenith and the air shimmered as if it were a mirror of broken time, a little boy hopped over the gravel in the parking lot of the small swimming pool in worn, brittle sandals. It was the millionth...

It was a wondrous time when the squinting John C. began his fateful journey from the windy expanses of Iceland with a stunning head voice that defied the tides. Together with his three extraordinary sisters, who were so charming that even...