As I drove past a car in a parking lot, I read a bumper sticker on the back. It said,
Non-Judgement Day is Near
I chuckled. Then I thought, “What if we had a very near non-judgement day — today — perhaps starting with ourselves?”
Want to do that today?
— Renee Roederer
I stood at the ocean’s edge with gratitude. Waves moved back and forth, washing over my toes. Each one arrived consistently, yet uniquely — shaped by its own crest and force. I tried to stay present to what was happening around me. I was delighted to see the ocean again.
As I stood there, I found myself reflecting on what it means to feel joy — or at least to curate it, to cultivate it — especially in a time when so much harm unfolds around us, whether personally or on our screens. Is the world made better by my moments of joy? Or is my joy somehow insensitive?
Maybe it depends on how it’s framed.
“Joy despite” might be a way of choosing joy in the midst of difficult circumstances — not as denial, but as resistance, a form of groundedness in beauty that helps us stay whole and keeps us moving toward a better world.
But “joy in spite” feels different. While the phrase technically means the same, this framing can suggest a turning away — a shrug of the shoulders that says, “But this is what I want,” or “This is what I deserve,” even if others are suffering. It’s a kind of joy that distances itself. It can imply separation, even superiority, as if our joy matters more than someone else’s pain.
I want to choose joy that holds connection — joy that’s aware, joy that’s rooted, joy that builds rather than bypasses. What might that look like for us? How do we cultivate it? How do we share it? How do we build upon it with actions that change harmful circumstances?
— Renee Roederer
At some point, likely already when we were very young, we began to internalize a cultural message that told us increasingly, “If you ask for what you need (or perhaps even reveal you have needs) you are burdensome.”
Where does this come from? If we reflect for a moment, it’s probably rare for us to believe people are burdensome when they share their needs with us. Why do so many people then fear being burdensome when expressing their own needs? Why does that fear come over us?
Even people with the most privileged identities fear this. For instance, how many men fear revealing their emotional needs and expressing them with others? And people with large financial needs or large health needs constantly have to navigate this landscape of internal fears.
So… if so many of us feel this way about ourselves… but not others… and those others don’t feel this way about us… Why are we living this way? Clearly, we do not have to live with these narratives. It is morally neutral to have needs. In fact, it is beautifully human.
So if no one has told you lately,
It’s okay to have the needs you have.
It’s okay to express them.
It’s okay to invite people around them.
It’s okay to make asks within them.
It’s okay to be a person with needs.
It’s okay to need.
My office mates have this joke that I’m going to meet a funny German man companion.
I’ve been learning German daily for 2.5 years. I started on January 1, 2023, and I haven’t missed a day since. Sehr engagiert. (Very committed).
I told my work friends that I would eventually go to a German-speaking meetup, so who knows? Perhaps I would truly meet this hypothetical person. But here’s the real truth: I’ve turned out to be a funny German, at least on the night I’m writing this.
And if you could hear my voice — not just read my text — you would know that I am saying this with gratitude, and not primarily as a flex, because I’ve been making meaning of these things, too.
Tonight, I did go to that German-speaking meetup, and I had a blast. I did not meet a funny German man companion my age, and I didn’t really need to look for this. Instead, I drank beer tonight with mostly old men and sat near a woman my age who I would like to hang out with as a friend.
My favorite part (I wasn’t sure how this would go) is that I understood everything. This doesn’t mean that I know every single word. Far from it. But I could follow every part of every conversation. And in my speaking, I made plenty of grammatical mistakes.
I listened a lot because I wanted to take it in, and I was the new kid on the block. But I also said a lot of funny things auf Deutsch tonight. I made people laugh multiple times, and I also said some of my typical group things and stories when they flowed naturally. I felt like the exact same extrovert in English.
I’m proud of that, but more than a flex, I found myself thinking about something Andrea Gibson, poet and activist, wrote. Tragically, Andrea Gibson died from ovarian cancer last week, so they’ve been on my mind, and I recommend reading their work. Andrea Gibson wrote this beautiful poem about how sometimes we need to be “the love of our life.” This is not an invitation for egoistic, self-absorbed love. But it does involve truly loving ourselves and truly loving our lives.
I don’t need a funny German man companion.
I can be my own funny German woman companion. I sincerely enjoy that!
And in all the ways, in community, I hope you, too, can be much of what you’re looking for.
— Renee Roederer
In 2014, after the police shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri, protests erupted in the streets. Amid the images of tear gas, armored vehicles, and raised hands, something unexpected happened: People in Gaza, watching from across the world, began tweeting solidarity advice to Ferguson protestors.
They offered tips on how to endure tear gas, how to protect your face and eyes, how to stay resilient. They had lived through it. The hashtag #Palestine2Ferguson emerged, linking two communities who understood state violence and survival. Across borders, they reached for one another.
On Sunday, I listened to a powerful episode of NPR’s The Sunday Story called “The Talk.” NPR describes it like this:
“It’s been five years since George Floyd was murdered, yet for many Black families, the fear remains unchanged. In this episode, Ayesha Rascoe sits down with Ryan Ross and his teenage son Gavin to discuss ‘The Talk’ — the painful but necessary conversation Black parents have to prepare their children for encounters with police. From childhood memories of Tamir Rice to fatherly rules for surviving traffic stops, we take a look at how Black parents explain to their sons how to navigate interactions with law enforcement.”
There is great generational weight to that conversation. Black families must prepare their children to survive these kinds of encounters.
That same day, I read news from Gaza: Nearly 100 Palestinians were killed while approaching aid convoys, hoping to receive flour. Aid workers were accompanied by Israeli soldiers who opened fire. In the midst of the ongoing blockade, families are facing starvation. People are being killed trying to reach food — something that should never happen once, let alone repeatedly. And it is happening repeatedly.
And I couldn’t help but wonder: How many families in Gaza are having their own version of “The Talk”? Preparing their young ones and adult children to approach an aid line, knowing the risk that comes with simply walking toward survival.
We shouldn’t live in a world where families need these talks. No child should have to learn strategies for surviving interactions with police. No family should have to map a plan for approaching food aid without being killed.
But we do live in a world where people reach for each other, across borders, across traumas, across histories of harm — where care flows alongside grief, and survival is shaped not only by violence, but by the communities that refuse to let one another go.
What will we do?
— Renee Roederer
Father Greg Boyle is a person I really appreciate. He’s the founder and spiritual leader of Homeboy Industries in Los Angeles. Homeboy Industries provides jobs, training, tattoo removal, therapy, and a variety of classes for people who are leaving gangs and people who have been recently incarcerated. In the midst of these opportunities, Homeboy Industries has created a large, extended family of kinship — many meaningful relationships over time.
Father Greg was once a guest on Krista Tippett’s On Being. During that interview, he uses a beautiful phrase about the mutuality of relationship. He says that in kinship, we serve as enlightened witnesses, helping each other ‘return to ourselves.’
Toward the beginning of the podcast, he uses some language from Cesar Chavez. Once, a reporter said to Chavez, “These farm workers sure do love you. . .” And to that, he replied, “The feeling’s mutual!”
That line came up again when he discussed this beautiful experience of returning to ourselves. To bring it home, he told a story about one of the homies named Louie and a mutual blessing they shared with some humor. I want to share Greg Boyle’s words below:
“You want to be as spacious as you can be, that you can have room for stuff. And love is all there is, and love is all you are. . .
“Alice Miller, who’s the late, great child psychologist, talked about how we’re all called to be enlightened witnesses — people who, through your kindness, tenderness, and focused, attentive love, return people to themselves. And in the process, you’re returned to yourself.
“Like I have a homie named Louie who just turned 18. And he’s kind of a difficult kid. You know, he’s exasperating, and he’s whiny. And he works for me — although work may be too strong a verb. But homies lately have asked me for blessings, which is odd — it’s like in the last three years — and they always ask me on the street or in my office. And they never say, ‘Father, may I have your blessing?’ They say, ‘Eh, G, give me a bless, yeah?’ And they always say it the same way.
“So this kid Louie, I’m talking to him, and he’s complaining about something. And finally, at the end of it, he says, ‘Eh, G, give me a bless, yeah?’ I said, sure. So he comes around to my side of the desk, and he knows the drill. And he bows his head. I put his hands on my shoulder. Well, his birthday had been two days before, so it gave me an opportunity to say something to him. And I said,
‘You know, Louie, I’m proud to know you.
And my life is richer ’cause you came into it.
And when you were born, the world became a better place,
And I’m proud to call you my son.
Even though — ‘
And I don’t know why I decided to add this part —
‘– at times, you can really be a huge pain in the ass.’
“And he looks up, and he smiles, and he says, ‘The feeling’s mutual!’
And suddenly — kinship so quickly. You’re not sort of this delivery system. But maybe I returned him to himself, but there is no doubt . . . that he’s returned me to myself.”
Friends, I hope you’ve had this kind of experience lately. Or I hope you can recall this kind of experience — of returning and being returned — in a way that fills you right this instant in the present moment.
Suddenly, kinship so quickly.
Smuggling Grace 