Best of 2015

:: Illustration from “Earth Songs”, 1973 :: | Cori Kindred

Wait, is 2015 almost over? It’s been a strange year for us over here in MN. Lots of getting used to our new lives, making small decisions, settling into new routines. Lots of closed doors, lots of questions, lots of moving slower than I know how to gracefully do. It’s not quite as disorienting as it was 12 months ago, but we are still feeling our way into our lives here, and we still have some big decisions ahead of us in the near future.

But there’s been so much good! Great books, conversations, deep-down growth, travel, dinners, quiet mornings at home with Anna. Here is a small collection of some of the best things from 2015:

What about you? Any book or movie recommendations? Any quotes you’d like to share with us or advice?


Quiet End-of-December Week

How is your week going, friends? Enjoying the quiet lull between Christmas and New Year’s? We’re all trying to get over colds here and taking it easy. Trips to the doctor’s office and pharmacy, returns to the store, sleeping in, jogging at the gym, cleaning at home.

For your browsing enjoyment, a few links:


Joining a Gym

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Guys, I joined a gym.

I’ve never joined a gym before. It always seemed to expensive, too full of treadmills, too hardcore, too suburban. But at the end of October I sucked it up, went on a tour of Lifetime Fitness, and signed up.

I love it.

I love the group classes (yoga! pilates! kickboxing! aerobics!). I love the 2-hrs per day baby care. I love the hot tub, and the spa gift certificates, and the hot showers, and the free towels. I love zumba. It feels like such a luxury to join a gym, and I feel so great after exercising – more awake, more sore, stronger, calmer. I’ve been going 3-4 times a week.

Why have I not done this before?

What about you? What do you do to stay in shape? Are any of you gym rat converts?


Minnesota December

painting by Alexander Volkov

I’m not sure how we managed this, but it’s been a lovely, calm and quiet December. Lots of gray skies, and tea, and candles, and changing into pajamas at 7pm. This year Christmas Eve is going to be small and quiet as well – just us, my brother, sister’s family, mom, and grandparents. We’re planning on baking pizzas from Costco, and ordering take-out sauce and meatballs from Vescio’s Italian so no one has to do too much cooking.

And, of course, STAR WARS! Have you seen the new film? Are you planning to? We are going this Sunday. I didn’t even know I was such a big Star Wars fan, but apparently I’m really excited for this…

What about you? Any fun Christmas traditions?

A few links for your browsing enjoyment:

PS. Alexander Volkov painting found here.


Minimalism and Eight Ideas for Escaping The Materialism Brain-Drain

I started feeling it almost immediately after moving to the US last year. It started in the yogurt aisle. [There are so many types of yogurt! Which one should I choose? Whole milk? Skim? Organic? Goat milk? Soy? Vanilla? Pumpkin? Pineapple? Greek? Active culture? Fair trade? Should I just leave and buy yogurt at another store? Is it better to buy in bulk? Is it better to buy online?]

It crept up on me in conversations [where did you buy those shoes? A discount store? Really? Where is it? Do you want to go next week? Can you just buy online?]. And it found me on my phone, my computer, my mailbox [This Pinterest outfit is amazing! And look, that exact same shirt is now on sale. 40 percent off! Free delivery!]

It’s insidious, my friends. Materialism is a complete mind-suck. I pined for things in Moscow. I admired them and wished for Target stores, and Amazon delivery, and Uniqlo shopping sprees. But because I didn’t have access to those sources, they just didn’t dominate my thinking as much.

Now, here in the US, however, the all-encompassing reach of materialism has pushed its sticky fingers into just about every corner of my brain. You know the all-too familiar voice. It’s pushy. It’s in a hurry. And it’s exhausting. “More! More! More! Consume! Eat! Buy! Hurry!”

Do any of you struggle with consumerism? The symptoms, I’ve noticed, include a messy house, big credit card bills, feeling distracted, overwhelmed, mindless, hungry, bullied.

Let’s be clear: I don’t think there’s anything wrong with buying things. I love Pinterest, and I love all the gorgeous gift guides that come out this time of year. And I have bought a LOT of things since moving to the US — new furniture, clothes, shoes, electronics, even cars — all things we needed to replace what we left behind in Russia. I love a lot of the things we’ve bought, and I don’t regret purchasing them. What I DO regret is the zombie-like trance I seem to get into when overwhelmed by this weird American disease known as consumerism.

I’ve been thinking about consumerism a lot lately. I know what it feels like to be in the “more-more-more” trance, and I know what it feels like to be mindful. Here are a few things that help me break the buy-eat-get-more cycle:

  1. Clean. Tidying up and organizing helps tremendously when you’re feeling dissatisfied with your situation. I’m so much more inclined to work and rest when my home is cleaned. I’m also much less likely to feel the urge to buy things.
  2. Create. Instead of focusing on buying, focus on making. Make dinner. Paint a picture. Create a blog post. Upload something lovely to Instagram. When you do this, notice the mindset difference between creating and consuming. Doesn’t creating feel so much lovelier?
  3. Turn off: Do you have a lot of shopping apps on your phone? Do you get a lot of notifications from Facebook, Twitter, etc? Try turning these notifications off, and deleting the shopping apps for awhile. It might help
  4. Prayer and Ritual. I find this to be the number one most helpful thing in fighting all kinds of mood swings, distractions, and consumerism fevers. I’ve been trying lately to have brief moments of prayer three times a day. First, in the morning when I wake up. Second, after lunch right when Anna goes down for her nap. Third, in the evening right after supper or right before going to bed. Praying and reading a Bible verse (John 4:14 for example) or devotion helps me focus on what’s important, ask for help, and get me in the best mindset for tackling whatever the next few hours might bring. If you’re of the Christian faith, you might find this helpful. If you’re not, perhaps a little journaling or reading ritual might help…
  5. Purge. Trying to keep my possessions to only the most beautiful, useful and joy-giving items really helps. I try to regularly go through different sections of our home (kitchen, bathroom, closets, toy bins, etc.) and take out anything ugly or unnecessary, and dump it into a box for Goodwill. (another thing that didn’t exist in Russia!)
  6. Give. Giving time or money to a favorite charity also helps me shift my focus from consuming to something more life-giving.
  7. Exercise. Instead of going to the store or browsing the internet, go for a run (or better yet, a walk!) Stretch in your living room. Put in a ballet barre video and follow along. You’ll feel amazing afterward, I promise.
  8. Curate. Instead of consuming more possessions and food, curate quality time with people, new knowledge from reading books/articles, beautiful impressions from songs and paintings. This is just another way of saying be mindful, and savor all the gorgeousness already around you.

What about you, friends? Do you ever find yourself in the consumerism mind-suck? What helps you fight it? What wakes you up? Any strategies to share with the rest of us?

P.S. Do you follow any minimalism bloggers or sites? Have you read any good minimalism books or articles? I would love to hear your recommendations! I’ve been loving this blog lately, and her series Simple Matters.


PPS. photo found here.


Five Thankful Things

“Color Study in Seasonal Bloom” by rinne allen

It’s November, friends, and so far here in MN it’s been totally gorgeous: faded browns and oranges, foggy mornings, balmy afternoons. Thanksgiving is only a few short weeks away. I think I’m going to start the thanking now. Here are five things I’m thankful for this week

  1. A job with great co-workers and a great working environment (have you ever had a toxic workplace? Then you can imagine how great it feels to NOT be in that situation) Screen Shot 2015-11-05 at 3.38.35 PM
  2. A home filled with beautiful thingsScreen Shot 2015-11-05 at 3.35.40 PM
  3. How gorgeous the weather has been lately. Long may it last! Screen Shot 2015-11-05 at 3.37.04 PM
  4. These beautiful fall flowers (and a non-pictured jack-o-lantern) sitting in my entryway: Screen Shot 2015-11-05 at 3.47.27 PM
  5. Anna has been absolutely delightful lately. No, really – more and more delightful every day. She’s learning to play on her own, and developing her own personality. She loves paging through books, snuggling with mom when around strangers, and dancing whenever she hears music. Also, she has the most wonderful giggle.Screen Shot 2015-11-05 at 3.37.34 PM

What about you? What are five things you’re thankful for this week? I would love to hear them!

P.S. Rinne Allen photo found here (her site is beautiful – you should follow her!)


Quote of the Week

still from “Downton Abbey”

Any other dishwashers out there? Any cooks? Any bathroom cleaners? Launderers? Care givers? Homemakers? Full-time parents? Maternity-leavers? Corporate employees at the end of a long Monday, drying dishes in the kitchen? This quote is for you, on those days when you feel a little antsy:

“There was so much to be thankful for: there was pleasure in her work, in the rituals and routines of service, the care and conservation of beautiful things, the baking of good bread and the turning of rough, raw foods into savoury and sustaining meals. There was pleasure, too, in the little clutch of people that she now had clustered around her.”               -Jo Baker

The quote is from Longbourn, a novel by Jo Baker set in Jane Austen’s England. It follows the Pride and Prejudice story as told from the Bennet family’s servant’s perspective. It’s beautifully written, and so immersive and atmospheric. I highly recommend it.

Also, I just loved this quote. It so perfectly describes the quiet days when homemaking feels like a joy. For me at least, I appreciate those days more when I have a week full of cerebral work, and busy office days to counter the at-home responsibilities.

You? Any quotes that inspire your cleaning, your cooking, your at-home rhythms?


Happy Almost-Halloween Friday!

painting by Gustav Klimt

Hello dears,

How was your week? It’s been cold and gloomy here in MN – drizzly, gray, it even SNOWED briefly on Wednesday. I have been scheming with a friend about how we are going to survive the winter. On Thursday we went to tour a gym to gear up for spending the next 6 months indoors. Any tips on prepping for the upcoming season? What do you do to make it through winter?

A few links:

Any good reads/watches/finds this week? I’d love to hear your recommendations…


Writer Wednesdays

photo by @soko1995

There was a fantastic article in the New Yorker not long ago called “My Writing Education: A Timeline” by George Saunders. For my fellow writers, I highly recommend you go give it a read, but for those in a hurry, here are three of my favorite quotes:

“What we’re doing in writing is not all that different from what we’ve been doing all our lives, i.e., using our personalities as a way of coping with life. Writing is about charm, about finding and accessing and honing ones’ particular charms. ” – G. Saunders

“…literature is a form of fondness-for-life. It is love for life taking verbal form.” – G. Saunders

“A story’s positive virtues are not different from the positive virtues of its writer. A story should be honest, direct, loving, restrained. It can, by being worked and reworked, come to have more power than its length should allow. A story can be a compressed bundle of energy, and, in fact, the more it is thoughtfully compressed, the more power it will have.” -G. Saunders

The article is mostly about Saunders’ writing teacher, who sounds like an incredible person. Any recent writing/art tips you have to share with the rest of us?

P.S. the above cozy image seems to have come from this instagram account.


The Art of Everyday Life

still from “To the Wonder”

A lightbulb clicked on this last weekend. I am pretty constantly uncomfortable with my life here in MN. I’m a little bit embarrassed of it, honestly. I’m not doing work I’m proud of. It’s probably part of the whole ENFP angst – I’m not living up to my ideals.

I felt uncomfortable in Moscow a lot too. You know what helped?


My friends, how has it taken me so long to notice this? Art! It’s what’s missing! Art’s very purpose is to speak to our angst. To illustrate, to voice the words inside, to name the roiling unease we all have within.

If only I could frame the suburbs with a little art, don’t you think that would help?

still from "To the Wonder"
still from “To the Wonder”

To this end, I present stills from the Film “To the Wonder”. Have you seen it? It’s directed by Terrence Malicks, and watching it is like visiting an art gallery. Each shot is incredibly gorgeous. Much of “To the Wonder” is set in a lonely, newly-built suburban subdivision somewhere in the American West. He so well captures the beauty, the light, the wide open spaces, the builder’s grade walls, the raw forlornness, and ache of contemporary suburbia. Have a look:

still from “To the Wonder”
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still from “To the Wonder”
still from "To the Wonder"
still from “To the Wonder”
"To the Wonder"
“To the Wonder”
still from "To the Wonder"
still from “To the Wonder”
still from "To the Wonder"
still from “To the Wonder”
still from "To the Wonder"
still from “To the Wonder”
still from "To the Wonder"
still from “To the Wonder”

Noted: I don’t know that I can really recommend the film. Visually, it was gorgeous and inspiring, but other than that I didn’t really enjoy it. I liked the atmosphere, the moodiness, but not the story.

On the subject of everyday art, Keri Smith might have some ideas. She has a few fantastic books and blog posts about using art to capture, to find meaning in the everyday.

Thoughts? Favorite artists? Photographers? Lines of poetry? I’d love to hear them. What’s spoken to you lately?


October in the Suburbs

illustration by Fumi Koike


First of all, thank you for all your kind, thoughtful comments about this blog and where you’d like to see it go. They’ve meant a lot to me. The writing around here will continue for the near future, and hopefully even become more frequent!

Secondly, let’s talk about the suburbs.

On the one hand: conventional, spread out, dated, boring, mildly soul-sucking.

On the other hand: clean, safe, spacious, cheap, backyards, endless convenience.

We have been living here in suburban MN for over a year now. Are the suburbs for us? Is this where we belong? Does this place truly fit us as people?

This is an exhausting line of questioning. I’ve been obsessing about our identity, about our life choices for so long, I can’t take it anymore. This is where we live now. I don’t know if it’s the best place for us. I don’t know if we’re going to be here for long. I don’t know if I WANT to be here for long. But this is where we are.

In Russia, I struggled with the anger, the Russian national character trait known as constant public crankiness. I felt my soul was being drained by the noise, the cold, the smoggy air, the constant battering of relentless traffic, hassle, pollution, crowds, pushing ugliness. I felt continually under assault, like I was being crushed by how hard daily life was.

So we moved to the US. Immediately things got brighter, easier, friendlier. We are swaddled by comfort here; good roads, snug houses, disarmingly friendly people, endless consumer choices, convenience.

But still I struggle. People are friendly, but distant and a bit foreign to me. I often can’t relate to the things they find interesting. And, if I’m completely honest (if simultaneously  a prick), I find it all sort of boring. I miss ambition, international travel, breaking news, foreign languages, diplomats, artists. I miss having a job I love, a job that feels important, that challenges me.

What I’m trying to say is that transition is uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable. I lost an identity I was proud of, and what’s left, now that that mask is taken away, is a person whose character needs a lot of work. A person who’s constantly itchy, restless, unable to commit.

This is where I’m at. It’s a little bit ugly. But so was Moscow. Moscow was pretty consistently hideous. My point? Sometimes I need a reminder that it’s normal to be uncomfortable with where I’m at. Life is full of transition, full of bewilderment, unease, uncertainty. Likely, I will never feel like I’ve fully arrived, like I’ve reached full harmony in every area of my life. At least, I don’t think that I will achieve said arrival through changing my geographic location.

You know what’s helped lately? Working. I have two part-time jobs and an ongoing writing contract. I’m planning a wedding shower and a baby shower. I’m scoping out ideas for winter vacation. I’m meeting regularly with friends for babysitting swaps to give us a chance to work on our own projects. I’m going to join a gym for goodness’ sake! (and what could be more suburban American than that?)

That’s all for now. Onwards and upwards. I’m going to try posting here weekly now. Let’s see where that gets us.

A few links, as always:


PS. Gorgeous Fumi Koike illustration found here



Van Gogh

Hello to all!

Is it seriously already September? It’s Labor Day weekend here in the U.S. and we are enjoying an unbelievably pleasant and slow Monday morning: waffle and coffee breakfast, late summer sunshine, 12 hours of laziness (library books, neighborhood strolls, backyard BBQ and grocery shopping) ahead of us.

I’ve started two new jobs recently, and have been caught up in late night work, training, informational interviews, and laundry loads the past two months. I’ve hardly noticed the summer is almost gone.

I’m also still unsure of what’s going to happen to this blog. I’m much less connected to what’s going on in Moscow than I was. Do I change the blog name? The blog content? I’m unsure of what that change would look like, and haven’t been able to devote much time to thinking about it. I’m also still feeling a tiny bit of a culture shock identity crisis, which makes it hard to settle on a writing focus. AND, now that we’re back in the U.S. it feels like everyone has a blog – why would I add to the noise? And what would I talk about? Do we really need more book reviews? Another mommy blog?

Meanwhile, I’m still posting pretty regularly on Twitter, if that’s the sort of thing you’re into. Until I can figure it all out, if you’re still looking for some Russia, etc. links, you can follow my account on Twitter.

And how are all of you? If I continue writing, what sorts of posts would you like to see here?

For now, a few links for those looking to browse online this weekend…

  • Tea, weightlifting, and BBQ = Putin and Medvedev’s perfect date. See? Everything’s fine in Russia. This is something that actually happened.
  • Just stumbled on the gorgeous work of this Russian artist online. Isn’t Irina Vasilieva’s painting beautiful? I love her New Year’s tree piece.
  • Reading this – excellent. Review to follow soon!
  • This (from the library) is next on my list.
  • A gorgeous ballet video for all you fellow fans
  • We have been watching this show (free on Amazon Prime!) So so SO good!
  • I need to get some winter boots. Any recommendations for something affordable that you can dress up with a skirt but still stay warm in while sloshing through puddles and snow? Like this, but warmer…?
  • Isn’t this a beautiful shirt?
  • Also, the refugee crisis in Europe (and elsewhere!) is heart breaking. Here are a few ideas for helping: here and here.




print by Natalie Wargin

June in Minnesota (or in Moscow for that matter) is heart-breakingly gorgeous.

Right now morning sun is dappling my curtains, a fan is blowing, and the back yard is leafy and green. We are doing well here in the American suburbs. Summer is an incredible balm that always makes me feel like a wealthy high roller.

This June, economist husband is settling into his job, and breaking in a new pair of running shoes. I’m hitting up summer garage sales, writing, and continuing the hunt for work. Miss Anna is growing her collection of bug bites, sunscreen smears, and grass stains. There are so many fun things to do here, we’re having a hard time scheduling them all – strawberry picking, barbecues, outdoor concerts, movies in the park, outdoor walks, picnics, summer films.

I still miss Russia. I still feel unsettled here, out of place. I’m deeply uncomfortable, and sometimes very anxious about the fact that I still haven’t found a good job. You know, just in case I was giving off the incorrect impression that I feel we’ve arrived in life. I’m trying to figure out how to enjoy this stage of things, while still pushing for changes in our situation. Joy and frustration.

That’s pretty much all for now. Things are good and things are uncomfortable. Thanks for stopping by. And here are a few links and reads you might enjoy:

P.S. Beautiful (and affordable!) Natalie Wargin print found here.


Five Spring Reads


Have you read any good books lately?

I love asking people that question because 1) it gives me good ideas on what to add onto my reading list, 2) it tells me a lot about the person I’m asking, and 3) it usually leads to an interesting conversation.

Here are a few of the books I’ve read this spring, if you’re looking for something new to read (listed in order of how much I liked them):

SCARY CLOSE by Donald Miller: This was such a good read! I forced myself to ration it out because each chapter was so challenging and thought-provoking. Donald Miller, (who is one of my favorite authors) talks about relationships, and the core reasons why they’re so difficult for us – why we’re afraid to be vulnerable, why we cling to identities we think are socially acceptable instead of just relating to others, and why we confuse impressiveness with love.

  • “The stuff it takes to be intimate is authenticity, vulnerability, and a belief that other people are about as good and bad as we are.”
  • “When the story of earth is told, all that will be remembered is the truth we exchanged. The vulnerable moments. The terrifying risk of love and the care we took to cultivate it. And all the rest, the distracting noises of insecurity and the flattery and the flashbulbs will flicker out like a turned-off television.”

THE ORPHAN MASTER’S SON by Adam Johnson: This was such an interesting and unexpected novel. It follows the story of a North Korean orphan who travels through every imaginable layer of North Korean society. It’s dream-like, and epic, and gives you such a taste for the tragedy and absurdity of what life in North Korea must really be like. It’s like a literary North Korean Gone With the Wind. Also, the writing is beautiful. I read an interview with the author of the book, and he said that most of the events in the novel were based on things that had actually happened, which makes it even more fascinating. High recommendations. (P.S., it was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for fiction!)

  • “Over the Tsushima Basin, they could hear the powerful clicks, like punches to the chest, of sperm whales hunting below, and nearing the island of Dogo, granite spires rose sudden from the sea, white up top from bird guano and orange below from great gatherings of starfish. Jun Do stared up toward the island’s north promontory, volcanic black, limned in dwarf spruce. This was a world wrought for its own sake, without message or point, a landscape that would make no testimony for one great leader over another.”
  • “In Prison 33, little by little, you relinquished everything, starting with your tomorrows and all that might be. Next went your past, and suddenly it was inconceivable that your head had ever touched a pillow, that you’d once used a spoon or a toilet, that your mouth had once known flavors and your eyes had beheld colors beyond gray and brown and the shade of black that blood took on. Before you relinquished yourself—Ga had felt it starting, like the numb of cold limbs—you let go of all the others, each person you’d once known. “

THE LIGHT BETWEEN OCEANS by M. L. Stedman : I’d heard a lot of people recommend this book, and it was a good read. It’s the story of a husband and wife who adopt a little girl who washes up in a boat to an island they’re living on, and then decide to pass her off as their own. It was full of scenes from places far from my everyday (lighthouse-manned islands off the coast of Australia), as well as moments that seemed timeless and familiar (descriptions of the relationship between a husband and wife, and of a mother watching her child). The story, with its fascinating moral dilemmas and tension really drew me in. Great read.

  • “Just like the mercury that made the light go around, Isabel was – mysterious. Able to cure and to poison; able to bear the whole weight of the light but capable of fracturing into a thousand uncatchable particles, running off in all directions, escaping from itself.”
  • “…he had become accustomed to her gurgles, to her silent, sleeping presence in her cot, which seemed to waft through the cottage like the smell of baking or flowers.”

ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE by Anthony Doerr: I’ve seen this book in so many people’s reserve queue at the library. It’s been very popular. It won the Pulitzer for fiction. But, while it was of course good, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I did the others. I just didn’t get as into it. I loved the blind narrator (who used smell and sound and touch to describe things – so interesting!), and the fact that the two main characters, who were into such unusual things, managed to lend me an appreciation for things like mollusks, and engineering. Have you read it? Did you like it?

  • “Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world. He captures snowflakes, tadpoles, hibernating frogs; he coaxes bread from bakers with none to sell; he regularly appears in the kitchen with fresh milk for the babies. He makes things too: paper boxes, crude biplanes, toy boats with working rudders.”
  • “To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.”

REDEPLOYMENT by Phil Kay: I loved the sense of immediacy this book gave me. It’s a collection of short stories by a former marine that takes readers to the front lines of wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. As with most good short story writers, I found myself amazed that he could so accurately describe the feelings, and experiences of such varied people. I enjoyed some stories better than others, which is why I didn’t rate this book as high as the others, but it was still really good, and definitely worth the read.

  • “The weird thing with being a veteran, at least for me, is that you do feel better than most people. You risked your life for something bigger than yourself. How many people can say that? You chose to serve. Maybe you didn’t understand American foreign policy or why we were at war. Maybe you never will. But it doesn’t matter. You held up your hand and said, “I’m willing to die for these worthless civilians.” At the same time, though, you feel somehow less. What happened, what I was a part of, maybe it was the right thing. We were fighting very bad people. But it was an ugly thing.”
  • “The problem is, your thoughts don’t come out in any kind of straight order. You don’t think, Oh, I did A, then B, then C, then D. You try to think about home, then you’re in the torture house. You see the body parts in the locker and the retarded guy in the cage. He squawked like a chicken. His head was shrunk down to a coconut. It takes you a while to remember Doc saying they’d shot mercury into his skull, and then it still doesn’t make any sense. You see the things you saw the times you nearly died. The broken television and the hajji corpse. Eicholtz covered in blood. The lieutenant on the radio. You see the little girl, the photographs Curtis found in a desk. First had a beautiful Iraqi kid, maybe seven or eight years old, in bare feet and a pretty white dress like it’s First Communion. Next she’s in a red dress, high heels, heavy makeup. Next photo, same dress, but her face is smudged and she’s holding a gun to her head.”

What about you? Any good book recommendations?

P.S. I keep track of my reading lists on Pinterest and on my ebook wishlist at my library’s website.

PPS. book photo by James Tarbotton found here