There are nice people in this world. And, I had the pleasure of connecting with one of them – Annie B. Bond. Annie kindly accepted the invitation to be interviewed on my blog and I was over-the-moon about it. I’ve read a couple of her books, “Better Basics” and “Home Enlightenment” and they had an impact on how I looked at the world and how I chose to live. If you don’t know who she is, she is an author, activist, green-living expert and contributor to numerous publications including the Huffington Post. So, basically, she’s no schlub.
She is someone who was the victim of circumstances that changed her life in devastating ways. Through necessity, she had to find a way to live in this world as purely as she possibly could because, quite literally, her life depended on it. And, through her perseverance and relentless pursuit of knowledge, she has offered the world new perspectives.
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Interview with Annie B. Bond
1. How did you first become interested in green living?
To put my husband through graduate school I waitressed at night and tried to do art during the day. Here came the event that changed my life: There was a gas leak at the restaurant where I worked and it sent 80 people to the hospital. I got what they said was permanent central nervous system damage, although this was 1980 and nobody knew quite what or how to diagnose such a thing. The next thing that happened was that our apartment building was exterminated with a pesticide that is taken off the market because it was so neurotoxic. Given my gas injury, this did me in, at the time. We know now that I had classic organophosphate pesticide poisoning, but back then Read the rest of this entry
Recently, we were gathered together getting ready for our weekly family night and one little rascal was noticeably absent. We were waiting for her to come and join us so we could get started but it was really quiet. I called out several times, yelling her name down the hall. Nothing. No little feet toddling back down the hall towards us. I asked our oldest if she could see her down the hall (our apartment is miniscule so there are only a few places she could go) and she said she couldn’t see her. By that time, I knew the quiet could only mean there was some serious mischief-making going on. I got up to check out what was going on. There in the bathroom in the dark was a little 18 month old ‘cleaning’ the toilet with baking soda all over the place. She had the baking soda scooper in one hand and the toilet brush in the other and looked up at me with a face that said, “What, mom? I’m helping!” I laughed, ran and grabbed the camera and thanked my lucky stars that I made the switch to non-toxic cleaners.
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