The end of May.

Last weekend we ate chocolate croissants. Did some running. Saw Death of a Salesman (thank you for the tickets, Grammy and Grandaddy!). Took Chunka to the dog park. Bought a fan to accompany our air conditioner (I'm really not excited to see 90 degree weather in May). Walked along Chelsea Piers. Listened to the rain. Watched fireworks from our window. Stayed up late talking to friends.

And now we're at the edge of June - looking forward to our 1 year anniversary of living in New York, our 2 year anniversary of marriage and my 23rd birthday. Holy cow. Where has the time gone?


Memorial Day Weekend.

Over the weekend, we walked up the Hudson River Greenway to the Boat Basin Cafe, a great outdoor restaurant with a Hudson River view. We weren't able to make it back to Connecticut for Memorial Day picnics, but this was an appropriate alternative.

With it being Fleet Week here in New York, it seems that we see men and women in uniform everywhere we turn. It has been a reminder of how much we have to be grateful for, and we're so proud of those who have sacrificed parts or the whole of their lives for our country.


Summer on the Hudson.

I love how quickly it has become summer.

We've started running together on Saturday mornings. The path along the Hudson is beautiful - dotted with grassy lawns and patios with newspaper-reading early risers sitting on benches. We return to the apartment tired and with sun-touched faces. It's an experience that reminds me how lucky we are to be alive and together.


Thoughts from Gus.

Hi friends,

It's no secret - I love a good nap. I spend 90% of my day napping. It keeps me looking young. And wrinkly. And with the thunderstorms that we've been having this week, I've been able to nap more than usual (I put up a pretty good fight when Mom and Dad try to take me out in the rain). 

Just livin' the life. 

Sniffs and licks, 


At this desk.

I spend a lot of time at this desk. 
A lot of time writing and researching and emailing and calling. 
And recently, a lot of time working with a client on the nutrition side of their business.
Which completely thrills me. 

I may be at this desk for another 5 years. or 10. or 20. 
I may be home with a baby. or two. 
We may be in DC, Connecticut or London. 
The future is wide open. And I kind of like that. 
But today.
Today I was content to be at this desk
reading about food trends 
over a cup of coffee. 


9th Avenue Food Festival.

We live just off of 9th Ave, so this food festival is a little too conveniently located for us not to stop by once twice three times over the weekend. Many of the restaurants nearby offer smaller portions of their regular menu items, giving us a great excuse to sample and decide if it's worth stopping by for a full-priced meal.

See? Convenient AND economical. So worth it.



I spent an evening talking to some girlfriends on a rooftop, accompanied by wine and cheese.
I loved catching up with old friends and remembering things that made us laugh. 
We appreciated that food looks more like art at Le Pain Quotidien. 
We took Gus to the dog park.
I got some beautiful peonies from my manager.
We made our couch the brightest shade of yellow in existence. 
We thought that Chunka's little bum might be the cutest dog bum ever. 
We ate a lot of too much Mexican food. 
We enjoyed some pretty fantastic spring days. 

Happy weekend! 



As a kid, we came into the city once or twice a year to see a show and eat dinner at Sardi's. Everything seemed so big to me then. So untouchable. I remember looking up at skyscrapers and wondering what it would be like to work in offices high above a busy city.

And I remember walking next to my dad, telling him that I would live in New York one day (I'm sure his response was something about how dangerous the city is). I think of that conversation a lot. How my ten-year-old self knew so little of what was to come. It's a conversation that I relived the day we signed the lease on our apartment. The day I was hired. The early mornings when I leave for the office and the late nights walking under street lamps next to our community garden. 

The other night we revisited Sardi's. Everything was smaller, more familiar. Still beautiful, in a way that only places from your childhood can be.


Providence meets New York.

We spent the weekend with two of husband's college roommates and two of his other close friends from school, who came down from Providence to visit and attend a graduate recital at NYU. We wandered Battery Park, the Village and Lincoln Center, stopping for brunch at Le Pain Quotidien (where I had their hazelnut butter for the first time: a-mazing) and spending Sunday afternoon in Central Park. And though it may have been the 3,458th classical concert I've been to with husband (he was a musicology major), hearing beautiful music never gets old.


Mother's Day.

My mother is the kind who used to set up crafts on the kitchen table
and taught us how important an education is
and showed us how to build a healthy marriage
and prayed that we would guard our hearts. 

We are so blessed to have wise, wonderful mothers in our lives 
and we love them very much.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom and MIL!


A year apart.

Photo courtesy of Studio 1923

It's been almost a year since I graduated from college. A year. Put me in some mom jeans and throw me in a Jazzercise class, because I am officially old. Just last night I found out that one of my more "unruly" friends (ahem) now goes to bed at 10pm. So I guess I should say, we are officially old.

And suddenly I'm realizing that most of my closest friends are tens and hundreds of miles away. Living within walking distance of each other? I took that for granted. What I'd do to be able to call up a friend and have them at my apartment in minutes...

How can I NOT miss those lovely faces? I mean, really.


Dear husband (at some point in the future).

The other day we headed down to the Battery Park City Esplanade, which runs along the Hudson with views of the Statue of Liberty and Hoboken. We shared a pretzel, talked at the edge of a goldfish pond and walked through the beautiful Irish Hunger Memorial.

When we're together, I can appreciate these experiences in a fuller sense - first as they are, and again as I expect them to be remembered when our hair has greyed.

I love you.


Master Jillian.

Photo courtesy of Aaron Huberty.

We head to Connecticut this weekend to celebrate my older sister’s completion of her master’s degree in social work. She has such a heart for people, and I can’t wait to see what she does with her beautiful life. I could not be more proud. 

Master Jillian. That's what I'm going to call her for the rest of her life. Or until she gets a doctorate. 


Blog Birthday: Why I Document.

At work we talk a lot about brand narratives - about creating a cohesive story for the clients that we represent. A family-focused story. A luxury story. A complex, interwoven story of the working mother. We tie relevant stories to brands in ways that are palatable and appealing to the American public.

My blog is a personal narrative. A narrative that, as of this week, has been telling itself for two years. But it's deeper than that. It's told of the months and years before April of 2010 and hoped for things that would come in the life after April of 2012. It's not always cohesive. Sometimes not even palatable. But it's a story, and its one that I love telling.

When people ask me why I blog, I usually give a few run-of-the-mill answers. It allows me to connect with people all over the world. It helps me stay in touch with my family and friends. Blogging looks good on my resume. All of which are true, but none of which are, again, the whole story.

A big part of this story is, admittedly, fear. Fear that bits of my life will end without flourish. Without proper review or celebration. 20-, 21- and 22-year-old Stevie will cease to exist. Because, whether we realize it or not, we're different from year to year. Even from month to month. This blog is a way to help me understand who that person is, or was, or may one day be.

"Following the Walkers" has taken a journey from our engagement to our marriage. From college to the workplace. From being an intern at CBS to working as a publicist for a reality television start-up to being an AAE at a PR agency. From just me, to me and husband, to me and husband and pup. From living in NYC to living in Connecticut to living in Massachusetts to our return to the city. It's seen vacations in Florida, a production trip to Honduras, a study abroad in Italy and adventures all over the east coast. This blog has been a way for me to stay connected to the memories - to be grateful for the little experiences and bigger life moments that have shaped us. Moved us. Excited us.

When I was a little girl, I would sometimes wake from dreams to sit at the edge of my bed and write. Or read. Or listen to quiet music. Or close the door and dance like a lunatic in my pajamas. I am in love with the creative processes that are open to interpretation. Sometimes this blog acts a simple documentation of our lives, other times it can be likened to dancing behind closed doors - a frantic expression of surprise and joy and heartache.

I have the same reasons for blogging as I do for loving - because life is too beautiful to keep to yourself. And too wonderful to forget.

Happy Birthday, Blog!