She’s a little worn, but she’s still smiling. A mere six inches tall, Mini-Hillary was my constant companion during the campaign: Hanging out in my bag while I knocked on doors; standing by while I made phone calls; attending events and rallies; hitching a ride to the county convention, the state convention, and finally, the Democratic National Convention where I had the honor to serve as a district delegate for Hillary Clinton. Mini-Hill will be taking one more trip with me next Friday as I head to Washington, DC to participate in the Women’s March on Washington on Saturday, January 21st.

Though I’ve had the joy of meeting Hillary Clinton a handful of times, I’d never had Mini-Hill with me . . .  until last August.  She’d come to Reno to deliver a very important policy speech and I was one of a group of ‘super volunteers’ who had been  taken to a side room and told we were there to meet with a ‘senior staffer’ from Brooklyn who would be briefing us on the campaign.

Matching pantsuits!

Photo by Barbara Kinney.  (Note: As a photographer, my Barbara Kinney girl-crush has no limits ~ so this was a day for the record books for me.)