WCAI is committed to airing local voices and stories. In addition to our news stories and sonic vignettes that air throughout the day, and our weekly features, we occasionally broadcast  "slice of life" and "sense of place" essays from members of our community. 


Time to Practice

Nov 8, 2015
Jason Hollinger - Flickr Commons


When I finished my medical internship, I decided to take violin lessons.  My life had become defined by a career that threatened to consume all my time and energy, and I thought playing the violin would help keep me sane.

Hodophobia - There's No Place Like Home

Aug 2, 2015

Not long ago, I was having dinner with some people from work, enjoying eggplant smothered in rich tomato sauce, sprinkled with Parmesan cheese.  Disrupting my stupor, Ellie turned to me and asked if I’ve ever been to Italy.  I swallowed a large mouthful of Chianti and braced myself.  This was not the first time I’ve been asked that question.  It’s a recurring nightmare and my answer is always the same.

Memories of Prom... For Better or Worse

May 8, 2015

Some people still believe that being gay is a choice.  That young men and women can choose to be heterosexual; the way God meant them to be.  When prom time rolls around, I remember all the choices I had when I was young. 

When Ed Grant asked me to our prom, I had a choice.  I could go with him to the dance, or sit home alone, while my friends went out on the most magical night of their lives.  It never occurred to me there might be a different choice.


Mar 6, 2015
Michael J. Moeller (

Strangers come up to Shelley and me and ask if we’re sisters.  Shelley has light brown hair with more curls than she’d like, and only a hint of gray.  Her nose is a little ski jump, and her skin is so dry it needs to be moisturized every night.  My straight dark hair has become more salt than pepper, my nose is what my Latin teacher called “aquiline”, and my skin exudes olive oil.  I like to think of myself as much taller than Shelley, and she thinks of me as much thinner, but we’re probably off a bit on those scores.  Our friends and family don’t tell us we look alike.

Two Ways ( in Marriage )

Feb 24, 2015
Dominique Cappronnier /

    Every morning when I go to open my laptop my husband has not hidden the fact that he was there the night before. He goes to sleep two hours after me and often spends the time surfing the web. What I am confronted with first thing in the morning - even before breakfast, even before coffee, even before orange juice -  is not a porno site, not a TED talk, not the credits of the movie he had watched but complicated graphs accompanied by impossible to understand  articles usually on some kind of damage that is being done to the planet.

In the Grieving

Jan 30, 2015
dirtboy /

The other day while driving down to Vineyard Haven I tuned into one of my favorite NPR radio talk shows. The topic was grief, grieving and comeback. The guests were a renowned Rabbi and a therapist who specializes in loss. The host’s wife had died two months ago and when he describes his marriage, it’s story book. He asks us - the listeners - to call in and share our experiences but most of all he’s looking for a road map to heal. He wants advice to help him negotiate his pain.

I’m an expert on grief. I’ll call in, I think.

On New Year's Day

Jan 1, 2015
H.H. Bennett

I used to see every January first as the day the newest year’s model of ME would appear in the showroom. I think we all tend to do that to a greater or lesser extent -- it’s how we motivate ourselves to make New Year’s Resolutions. One year I debuted non-smoking Norbert, then it was exercising-every-day Norbert, then losing-50-pounds Norbert.

A Christmas Note ~ Faded, Worn, and Irreplaceable

Dec 25, 2014

The holidays can be rife with stress about gift giving and endless lists. Dr. Natalie Mariano writes to us about her Christmas shopping list. It's a short one.

I have a three-by-five scrap of yellowing lined paper sitting in my wallet. It’s been folded so many times it’s ready to fall apart. On it, my father’s shirt and pants sizes are listed in my mother’s handwriting. “16-inch neck, 33-inch sleeve, 36 waist.” Though my parents have been gone for years, I can’t give up this piece of my Christmas shopping history.

Utopia... the Vineyard in January

Dec 3, 2014

I think I’m partially responsible for the winter population explosion here. And this is my formal apology.

Over the years when people have asked in that incredulous voice, well I mean how are the winters out there? Isn’t it freezing? You get away for a few months, right?

Listening to Your Intuition

Sep 1, 2014

Remember when how you FELT was the biggest part of you? When you had a feeling and no matter what your mind said you trusted your gut more? My grandmother left Germany in 1931 on such a feeling. It s not going to be good for jews here anymore, she said . And she sent her husband to America and then a year later when he had found a job she joined him with her two children; my mother and my uncle.