Melissa Alvarado Sierra

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Melissa Alvarado Sierra

There's no wrong way to eat a potato, but there is a better one, depending on the dish. Some potatoes break down into fluffy clouds that are great for mashing. Others stay firm and structured, built for salads, flaky skillet sides, or a nice tray of garlicky roasted wedges. And then there are those that surprise you with a deep buttery flavor, cool jewel tones, or the kind of golden crust you thought only restaurants could pull off.

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Melissa Alvarado Sierra

Ranch dressing is a staple in many kitchens, drizzled over crisp salads, served with crudités, or used as a dunking sauce for pizza crusts, fries, and chicken wings. This iconic condiment was invented in the early 1950s by Steve Henson, a plumber working in Anchorage, Alaska. Looking to enhance some meals for his hungry crew, he began mixing up a blend of buttermilk, mayonnaise, onion and garlic powder, black pepper, and dried herbs.

1 month ago | forbes.com | Melissa Alvarado Sierra

Melissa Sierra is the EVP of Media Integration at USIM, where she has spent over 12 years driving corporate transformation. When did you most recently feel fired up—really supercharged by the awareness of how you contributed to creating change in the world? If you're staring at that question blankly, you're not alone. We've all been there in periods of time when the spark has faded, when the routine has overshadowed purpose and when ambition has quietly devolved into autopilot.

Mar 11, 2025 | forbes.com | Melissa Alvarado Sierra

Melissa Sierra is the EVP of Media Integration at USIM, where she has spent over 12 years driving corporate transformation. Leadership is not about titles, power or prestige—it’s about being there when it matters most. Leadership is simple when everything is going well, when the path ahead is obvious and when energy is high.

Apr 14, 2024 | atticusreview.org | Melissa Alvarado Sierra

I’m kneeling in my bedroom, inside our small concrete house in Verdellano, a neighborhood in the mountain town of Tabonuco, Puerto Rico. It’s 1995, I’m thirteen years old and there is a shootout between two gangs just outside my window. My mother yells, “Al piso!” but I take a moment to pray before crawling under my daybed. “Diosito please make it stop, todo poderoso.” My hands touch the cold concrete wall and then slide down to the floor and I clamp a dusty Rainbow Brite doll to my chest.