Yes, I am grateful for email. Because I just sat down and pounded out a particularly difficult note, one that communicated something that had been too hard to say in person. And I was grateful to have a medium as immediate as the telephone without the uncomfortable requirement of an immediate response. You see, email is the grown-up equivalent to the kitchen counter. As a kid, I used to sit on the kitchen counter while my mom cooked and tell her about my day – the spelling test, how Mrs. Waldron said I was the best reader, and Susan Cari was my BFF. As I got older, that time when she was focused on dinner and I was chattering away became the perfect time to ask all those, um, awkward questions. I could sort of slide them in real fast, without looking at her. And if she had to think about how to answer, she could always send me to the pantry for some forgotten ingredient. No eye contact necessary.
So in this in-your-face world, today I am grateful for email.