Miller

Miller smells like warm flour and turning stone, an English occupational surname for the grinder of grain, one of the indispensable trades of the medieval village. Its leap to first-name life is recent, part of the wave that lifted Tucker, Parker, and Mason from the census rolls to the nursery. Ranked 438, Miller lands comfortably unisex, though it leans boyish in the American ear. The double-l gives it a soft center, the short vowels keep it brisk. It carries a farmhouse kitchen's coziness and an indie-band cool at once, a name built for flannel shirts, acoustic guitars, and unhurried Sunday mornings.