This week’s #CookieKindness box was filled with Golf Balls and went to Gerry R., my father-in-law who lives out in Palm Desert. These sweet and salty treats were dunked in chocolate which made traveling through postage in the middle of summer, questionable.
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Arkansas’ Cheese Cookie
This week’s #CookieKindness box was filled with Cheese Cookies and went to Glenda in Morrilton, Arkansas. She was nominated by Hannah G. an old waitressing buddy of mine who you may remember from Alabama’s post.
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This week’s #CookieKindness box was filled with Pecan Pie Bars and went to Clarissa R. in Gilbert, Arizona. She was nominated by my sister-in-law Kelsey V. who lives in Reno, Nevada.
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This week’s #CookieKindness box was filled with Orange Slice Cookies and went to a Shelby M. in Saraland, Alabama. She was nominated by Hannah G. an old waitressing buddy of mine. Has anyone been to or have someone also living in Saraland?
Scroll to watch my First Taste After Bake video to see me take my first bite of Alabama’s Orange Slice Cookie. Check it out to see if I end up spitting it out or actually enjoy.
Continue reading Alabama’s Orange Slice CookieWhat’s The #CookieKindness Project?
A few months ago a friend of mine was cleaning out their bookshelves and gifted me a few cookbooks she thought I’d enjoy (and she was correct, one of them is every recipe published from the San Francisco Chronicle). Capitol Cookies Cookbook was one of them. It’s subtitle reads, “Munch your way through the USA,” and is filled with each state’s “official” state cookie recipe…
…which sparked an idea. What if I bake my way through this cookbook and send each state’s “official” cookie recipe to someone living in each state? Now, I’ve got people all over the U.S. but not in EVERY state…What if I include my social media people and make it fun for everyone?
And that’s what I did. We’ve been shipping out cookies since the beginning of June and it’s been a huge hit. Check out the #CookieKindness Facebook Group for updates, recipes, and a chance to claim the next week’s box. If you want FIRST dibs, consider joining my Good Vibe Tribe (email list) by clicking here.
How does it work?
Every Friday I send out an email to my Good Vibe Tribe with the previous week’s state recipe with tips or tricks I learned after the first bake through. Then, I ask if anyone has someone living in that week’s state and to send me their name and address. The first person who sends me information, claims the box!
The box is filled with a half-dozen cookies, a hand written note explaining why they’re receiving the best piece of mail anyone could ever get, and a hand painted affirmation card which was donated by The Little Truths Studio in Oregon.
I am not charging anyone to send the boxes. My want is to inspire random acts of kindness because 2020 has been one helluva year and I feel like we could all use some good vibes and a reminder there is more good in the world than not.
Please consider joining us on this wild ride, who knows what’s going to come of it!
*Update, after many requests I have set up a Facebook fundraiser page for those who want to contribute to the #CookieKindness project. If you don’t feel comfortable giving Facebook your information, I’ve uploaded by Venmo QR code. A $20 donation covers the cost of ingredients and shipping but of course, any amount helps.


5 Minutes of Kindness Goes A Long Way
All week on Instagram my topic has been centered around the importance of finding confidence and feeling powerful as women. Today’s post was going to be based around the same topic, but then I went to a conference in San Diego and something wonderful happened…
ps: I love San Diego. Every year, right around this time, I attend a marketing conference where I get to be a nobody in a sea of people, learning new tricks of my trade and it’s my absolute favorite. When I turn the corner from Kettner to get onto Harbor and see the two ginormous Hyatt skyscrapers, I feel home. I don’t take this for granted.
On the trek to my hotel I bustled past a number of homeless. The sun had gone down so the temp was dipping into the low 50s and I couldn’t help but feel extremely privileged (then a little guilty) as I scurried past them with a full stomach, a bag full of clothes, and on my way to a hotel where a big warm bed (that I didn’t have to share with my husband) was waiting for me.
The next morning I still felt this pull inside my heart to do something for those I’d be walking past that morning who were packing up their sleeping bag. All of a sudden I remembered I had a leftover snack pack from the train ride in the night before and decided this small thing might be capable of making someone else’s day that much sweeter, so I grabbed it as I walked out my room and spent the elevator ride pumping myself up to not chicken out.
For those of you who don’t know, I do an annual fundraiser every year in November for homeless youth. I spend one night out on the street in front of Covenant House California so that another kid doesn’t have to. This is my passion, but I’m human and learned Stranger Danger so it’s still a little nerve wracking because you’re not a fortune teller and won’t be able to know how your good intentions will be received.
As the elevator doors opened my game plan was solid. I would walk my route and the first person who looked at me, said good morning, or smiled at me (basically letting them make the first move, sorta), I would ask, “do you need some food? I have some extra.”
Having a plan and what I’m going to say makes me feel solid. So off I went and it didn’t take more than 50 feet for me to give away my snack pack.
He was an older gentleman digging through a trash can, possibly for recyclables, possibly for food, and he was next to the crosswalk I needed to get across Harbor, and I think when I didn’t walk around him to avoid him, he looked up at me and said, “good morning.”
I told him good morning, and asked him if he needed food. All he could muster was shaking his head. He didn’t reach out his hand until he saw I was indeed handing him the box. After he grabbed it I told him I hope he had a good day and I was off. The whole scenario was less than 5-minutes.
By no means did I do anything to make his day better. A snack pack from the train isn’t going to end world hunger, but I’m hoping I made his morning a little brighter and it took absolutely nothing from me to do it (besides the balls).
I put the whole exchange on my stories and fought back tears while telling it. There is something about the look he gave me when I asked him if he needed food that tipped my emotions overboard. So I decided the next two morning I’d be doing the same thing.
After the keynote speaker on Monday night I went to the gym to run and work off some of the pent up energy I had after sitting all day. When I was finished and looking for some water, I noticed a bowl of apples…
Yes, I pulled a Ross and took a handful of apples knowing I’d be giving them away the next morning. Earlier that afternoon I had also stocked piled a cup of nuts from the conference with the same intention.
Tuesday morning I walked out from my hotel with a ziplock baggy filled with two apples and a coffee cup filled of dry nuts. I gave it to a man who was brushing his hair and when I asked him if he needed some extra food, he paused.
“Of course, yes! Yes, yes! Sorry, I don’t know where my head was there, I was off thinking about something else and wasn’t expecting…yes, yes, I would love some food, thanks.”
Day Three: I raided the gym bowl of apples again from my run the night before, had another cup of nuts, and two Kashi bars I had grabbed from home as my “just in case” snacks during the conference.
An older man who had said good morning to me got one of the apples and then asked me where I was from, I told him originally from Buffalo, and he said, “okay thanks, have a good day.”
I was saving the majority of my hoard for a family who popped up the night before, a man, woman, and two small children. They didn’t acknowledge me, I said good morning and the gentleman jumped a little like he was caught off guard.
“Do you need some food?”
Nobody deserves to be hungry. We all fall on hard times, some of them are harder than others. There is plenty of food in this world to go around and I think we ought to start sharing it.
A 5-minute gesture of kindness could change the world if done once, twice, or three times a week. You never know.
Stay kind my friends. Happy Thursday!

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