They looked up at me and asked, “Why, Aunt Hannah?”
And I’ll be honest—I teared up.
Ten years ago, during my very first run for the House, I walked a parade where I ran out of literature and candy. I remember fighting back tears, feeling frustrated and defeated. But it was the biggest parade in the district, so I did the only thing I knew to do—I started shaking hands and asking for votes.
Somewhere along the way, I realized I’d fallen behind my float and my people. I started running to catch up, still stopping to visit with folks. That’s when people began saying, “You must be Aunt Hannah.”
I’ve always worn that title proudly. And in that moment, it pushed the fear away.
I kept moving forward—right into a crowd of kids yelling, “Vote for Aunt Hannah!”
By God’s grace, a whole lot of help from incredible people, and 45 votes…this girl from Wright County—who had been counted out more times than I can remember—won.
Today, we’re walking for an even more urgent reason. The future of those same kids yelling “Vote for Aunt Hannah” depends more than ever on our commitment to what truly matters.
I’m grateful—deeply grateful—to be in this State Senate race.
If you’ve helped me along the way, you know who you are, and I’ll never take you for granted. If you’re thinking about helping, know this: working together and doing the next right thing is still the answer.
It’s go time. And I have the very best campaign crew in the state.
If you believe doing the right thing still matters, leave a comment!