Tuesday 7 a.m.: This begins my e-cigarette diary. The starter kit came in the mail last week, but I lacked the fortitude to switch from real cigarettes until today. I’ve been smoking on and off since fifth grade, when a group of us would meet in scruffy patches of New Britain woods and puff Pall Malls stolen from someone’s mother. I’m 48 now and I must find an alternative to tobacco. I can’t bear to think of my blackening ... Jump to full article >>