27,000 people donated to help Rowan’s mom buy him a wheelchair accessible van. That’s pretty amazing. Right now? She’s in the process of picking out just the right vehicle.
Video by Sarah Sundae, YouTube
What a joy that must be for her. The ongoing responsibility of caring for a profoundly disabled child is a heavy one. One vehicle cannot make that all go away, but it will make a significant difference in their daily life together. Plus, the thought that so many people were willing to response to her need and contribute to this cause must be reassuring and even energizing. She feels seen. She is not alone.
To celebrate reaching her goal, Sarah and family are throwing a party.
Thanks to the incredible generosity of Rowan's Army, we reached our $60,000 fundraising milestone for Rowan's wheelchair-accessible van, and we want to celebrate with the community that helped make it possible!
ROWAN'S ARMY VICTORY PARTY!
Saturday, November 7, 2026 • 3-6 PM
Generously hosted by Cube Coffee! @cubecoffeemd
Come enjoy delicious drinks and treats, meet fellow Rowan's Army members, and celebrate this incredible milestone together! PLUS, WE'RE GIVING AWAY SOME AMAZING THANK YOU PRIZES!
RSVP IN ADVANCE AND GET TWO RAFFLE TICKETS, DOUBLING YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING!
FYI:
They list a link to RSVP but it didn’t work when I tested it. I’ll reach out to double check.
Vote as though your life depends on it, because it does.
Surely the community that showed up for Rowan and his mom can be the community that shows up to vote tomorrow on Election Day, right?
I wonder how many people understand how deeply important it is to vote when someone else’s life depends on it. We may click like or share on social media for causes like Rowan’s and we may buy a cupcake or make a donation. It feels good to be able to do that.
But when the stakes are so much higher, what then? Now we have the opportunity to choose the kind of leadership that places the needs of our neighbors over the consolidation of power and profit - - will we do that? Will we see that it matters when someone else is suffering?
I don’t mean to suggest that anyone reading this is not struggling or suffering. All in all, though, I think we can look around and see others who are far more endangered than we have been.
For some people, understanding that is a motivator. For others, it is the justification for saying, “not my problem.”
Cartoon by Nathan Pyle
When I vote I think of what matters most to me and my dreams for my family. And then I vote for candidates who understand that everyone is worthy of those things and that democracy means that everyone should be safe to dream and to thrive.
This is so much bigger than one mom, one child, one cupcake, one van. And yet it is all connected. We are not separate, powerless, and alone. We, the people are all connected and our dreams and safety are bound up in how much we see and support each other.
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