Amber Ye

Yesterday marked the final day of Black History Month 2025, and as I was chatting with a colleague in my office, a lovely Black woman named Sarah, she shared a thought that really stuck with me. “Each year, we’re overwhelmed by all this information during Black History Month,” she said. “I need a good rest…

(Please note: All names used in this article are fictional to protect the privacy of individuals involved.) Two days ago, I had the privilege of attending a roundtable discussion with a group of dedicated activists in our community. Though I was running a bit late, I finally arrived and quickly scanned the room for a…

I just got back to Toronto after a weeklong trip, and what a wild way to return. My flight was set to land at Pearson Airport on Monday, but before mine, a plane crashed and flipped on the runway. Miraculously, no one was killed, and survivors have called it a “miracle.” It was a surreal…

It was the day before the 2025 Lunar New Year, and two days before the 2025 Annual Meeting of Pride Toronto. I sat in a cozy local restaurant along Spadina Avenue in Toronto, enjoying a plate of dumplings. As I finished my meal, the waiter brought me the familiar, slightly crispy fortune cookie—one of those…