Tim Kelleher

Stay tuned. You may yet see a Father Michael Pfleger reality show. I work in Hollywood and can say¯with tongue far from cheek¯that, right now, some one is either working on or has already made that pitch. Of course, finding a way to work in such genre staples as hot tubs and underdressed . . . . Continue Reading »

The great bell tolls midnight stirring echoes: emperors, martyrs, prophets in chains. Above Rome’s Seven Hills life and death still wrestle in a match already won. The last toll rolls like a tide through Bernini’s columns, over the ramparts, and disappears. And for just an instant I am at the . . . . Continue Reading »