January 8, 2024

Sputtering Solar

By David Haldane Jan. 8, 2024     If only the sputtering would stop. It attacks suddenly, like an enemy soldier watching from a nearby bush. […]
November 9, 2023

Water

By David Haldane Nov. 9, 2023     I was lathered to the gills, about to step under the spigot, when the darned thing choked up. […]
May 18, 2023

Empty Corridors

By David Haldane May 18, 2023     Standing alone in the hallway of a darkened hospital, I cursed out loud. Then the situation’s absurdity hit […]
March 16, 2023

The Potential Loss of a Cranky Old Friend

By David Haldane March 16, 2023     A whack on the head. That describes my first encounter with a jeepney. It happened 20 years ago […]
March 9, 2023

The Death of a Tree

By David Haldane March 9, 2023   Though I never touched it personally, my children swung from its branches. And hearing their laughter always filled me […]
February 17, 2023

American Expat Launches Book on Finding Island Home

Cebu Jose Joya Gallery   LITERARY TREATS 2023: A TOOTH IN MY POPSICLE BY DAVID HALDANE BOOK LAUNCH APRIL 12th, 15th, and 25th.       […]
September 29, 2022

Our Trembling House

By David Haldane September 29, 2022     Our house gets the shakes almost every day. It usually happens in the middle of the night, when […]
August 25, 2022

Invisible

By David Haldane August 25, 2022     Let me confess something right up front: I didn’t begin noticing Filipinos until I married one. Now, 14 […]
August 4, 2022

Paradise Reclaimed. Again

by David Haldane August 4, 2022     There was good news and bad news on our first return to Siargao Island in the wake of […]
July 21, 2022

Reconnecting

By David Haldane July 21, 2022   It started as a tiny niggle. That’s the first sentence of a column I wrote back in 2018, shortly […]
July 14, 2022

Time Travel

By David Haldane July 14, 2022   It’s as if we’ve stepped back in time. Outside our window lies a pile of decaying debris. The veranda […]
April 7, 2022

Another Day Off

By David Haldane April 7, 2022   The silence was unsettling. On a Monday morning usually given to the strangely soothing sounds of hammers crunching nails, […]