I’m surrounded by nosy people. Some nosy people I don’t mind. When my kid looks over my shoulder and says, “Whatcha doin?” I don’t mind. When the neighbor in the building across from us has her mom over for a visit and the old lady sits in the window all day long staring into my house at Rott…I mind. So if my immediate family wants to know what’s up, I find that sweet. When the neighbors, landlord, and other relatives poke their noses into things, I find that intrusive. Am I alone in this feeling of being intruded upon when relatives come over and...




















