Ramona Morris
Ramona is a very sassy day saint from the island of Barbados. She is currently pursuing her Bachelors degree in Marriage and Family Studies as a BYU-Idaho online student. In her free time, you can find her running away from her friends who all ask for advice and watching way too much Netflix and Korean dramas .
My Black Voice is (s)ILENT
Maybe, I was searching for something. A part of me believes that I was seeking to find connectivity in a church that despite their best efforts doesn’t quite reflect my blackness back to me. Still, I remained optimistic that somewhere…somehow, I would find community.
I Won’t Hate This Body…Even If You Think I Should
When I was a wee little thing, I asked Heavenly Father to bless me with big boobs. Greatly influenced by watching soap operas during the entire summer vacation, I discovered that the women on television who seemed to get the most attention seemed to be blessed with large chests and tiny waists.
I Still Remember
At first, I tried to tell myself that this was what I wanted. I tried to justify that I had kissed this man. I tried to tell myself that I had led him on and caused him to feel as though I wanted this too. Then he whispered the words I thought I would only hear from my husband telling me that he deserved to get what he wanted.
When Confronted By Blackness
I thought of what would happen if the shoe had been placed on the other foot. WHAT WOULD WE BE THEN? Would a person of color be granted the same luxury to hide behind their skin? Would they receive sympathy for their misguided actions?
We Don’t Know What To Do With Loud, Outspoken Women
I remember the first time I was shushed.
I was in Utah, laughing too hard at some silly joke. It was the first time I...
I’m Sorry…But Marriage Won’t Fix Me
As I near my thirtieth year of life, life seems to remind me that I’m getting older.
In a church where marriage is at the forefront of membership, I am past my prime. At 29 years old, I’ve recognized that silent ageism exists within church walls
Only If You’re “Agreeable”
You’ll be loved if you’re agreeable.
You'll be loved if you keep your mouth shut
You'll be loved if you say what everyone wants you to say.
What Doesn’t Kill You. Hurts You: Tales From a Covid 19 Long Hauler
What followed was two weeks of hell, wrapped in pretty bows and expensive packaging. The disease sent my lupus into a pseudo-remission as it destroyed my body from the inside out as each day brought me closer and closer to what I could only consider as an Earthly Hell