The Muddy Notebook: Journalist Carolyn Davis  Writes on Humanitarian Issues

About Carolyn Davis

I'm a proud native of Cleveland Hts., a suburb of Cleveland, OH, who always was interested in writing. A handwriting analysis I had done at a mall when I was in elementary school showed I had a tremendous interest in traveling. Guess it was right. My major at Ohio State University was journalism, though I started out in art history. After graduation, I briefly was in the Peace Corps in Senegal, W. Africa and also was a governess, photo apprentice for two photojournalists who were on assignment for National Geographic and GEO magazines, and took their two young kids with them. We lived for about nine months in the Sahara Desert, traveling around in Niger. It was an amazing experience and I remain friends with the family.

When I came back, I worked for the Palm Beach Post in Florida, where one of the topics I wrote on was migrant workers. Next stop: Cleveland and the Plain Dealer, where I began using my own money and time to travel to Africa and Cambodia and write stories on refugees and other things, which I then would sell to the Plain Dealer's Sunday magazine.

Somewhere in there, in 1990 to be exact, I married a great guy named Tim Bartrand, who is an engineer. We quit our jobs to go to graduate school at Ohio University, and spent the next few years studying and doing humanitarian work overseas. I worked on human rights in Cambodia, as a children's rights consultant in Rwanda (in 1998, four years after the genocide) for UNICEF, and as a refugee camp manager for the International Rescue Committee during the Kosovo crisis.

Back home we came, lived in Columbus for a year and then on to Philadelphia, where I got a job as deputy editorial page editor and we had our lovely daughter, Olivia. And here in Philly we still are, though I'm in a different job at the newspaper. The adventure goes on.




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