Tales from death row: Justice for Rodney Reed
By: Caitlin Adams
I've been talking with Papa (aka God, Great Spirit, Goddess, Higher Power, Allah, Yahweh, Cosmic Mystery) about when I shed this bodily cocoon and I've been asking, well actually, telling him/her (Papa, from Paul Young's The Shack—I simply adore that Papa is a woman in his story!) that first thing on my new journey I'd like to take a little detour to death row to hang with Rodney for a while, get my Grizz (Rodney's second nickname that I gave him when we first met) hug, etc. I also told Papa I'd be just fine to see him at home, in Yellowstone, base camp at Mt. Everest/Chomolungma, Alpe Du Huez during the Tour de France.