Shannon Lee Miller
Shannon was a proud Canadian firmly opposed getting married, having children, and moving to the United States. That was 10 years ago. She currently resides in Nashville with her husband, 4 year old son, and 1 year old boy/girl twins. She is a published songwriter and co-author of “Awkward Moments with Men”, a book of humour essays, and is currently working as a freelance writer and researcher. When she isn’t drowning in her adorable children, she loves cooking, tolerates exercise, and hates dancing. She is fighting a Swedish Fish addiction that has left her dentist shocked and deeply saddened.
Cloudy with a Chance of Highballs: Drizly is Here! Alcohol Delivery Needs = Met
The world can be a dark place. We are a nation drowning in its own privilege, plummeting to our deaths in pursuit of the almighty Pikachu, eating submarine sandwiches made of running shoes, inches...
Snip, Snip, Hooray! The Girlfriend’s Guide to Vasectomy
“And what do you plan to use for birth control?”
I sit in the exam room for my post-partum visit. My left boob is leaking, I’m sitting on a rubber hemorrhoid pillow, and I’m actively hot flashing...
Raising Brave Children
It is Sunday morning and 49 people are dead. At first, I actually don’t believe it, but then, there are details.
It was a hate crime.
It happened at a gay nightclub in Florida during Pride,...
Five Baby Products That Will Change Your World
I cannot change a tire, everything I make in my slow cooker is brown and scary, and the last book I read (for myself) was about an enterprising group of prepubescent babysitters. I have...
How I Met Your Father — He Saved My Life
How I Met Your Father — He Saved My Life is a part of a series celebrating love and marriage by telling the stories of some of our Nashville Moms Blog contributors and how they...
Six Tips for Newborn Photo Shoots (for People Who Hate Newborn Photo Shoots)
There is an Anne Geddes print hanging on the wall at my OBGYN’s office. It’s babies doing ballet. Or something. They are all perched around a bar wearing pastel shoes and looking squishy. Most...
I Let Myself Go . . . And It’s AWESOME!
Red. Lipstick. There was a woman dropping her kids off at school yesterday wearing RED LIPSTICK.
No, it wasn’t some smeary mess left over from the night before. It was freshly applied, neat, and really,...
The Twinduction — How the Labor I Never Wanted Became the One I Always...
On June 19 2015, I let a teenager named Zak insert a needle the size of a dachshund into my spine. Okay, so he probably wasn’t an actual teenager, but he talked about Star...
Prepare for the Twinvasion Part 5: Are We There Yet?! NOPE!
This is me three and a half weeks ago. Cute, right?! This was back when I was brushing my hair.
This is me now.
Oh. The. Humanity.
So basically, I have determined that the babies are coming...NEVER.
The...
Prepare for the Twinvasion Part 4: The Pep Talk
It’s 8:52 pm, and I just showered with half of a peanut butter sandwich. It wasn’t a mistake or some kind of hormonal lapse in judgment, I just couldn’t decide what I wanted more:...