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Letting Go Hannah Brencher Letting Go Hannah Brencher

The fight to bury you.

I mean, I wonder if the hands that made that sweatshirt ever juggled with the idea that an eighteen year old girl, probably countries away, would one day grip that sweatshirt like it was oxygen and her existence all mashed up in the cotton material.

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Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

Welcome to the valley.

You are not forgotten in all of this, you are becoming something new. Lay down your armor. Meet things face-to-face. Let the work be done. Let the slow and quiet work be done right.

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You can't be all the things.
Creating Discipline Hannah Brencher Creating Discipline Hannah Brencher

You can't be all the things.

And let’s me be honest: not needing people, and not knowing how to need people, is the saddest thing in the world. It’s sad and it’s empty and it will leave you hollow and begging for the “more” you don’t know how to swallow your pride and ask for.

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Relationships Hannah Brencher Relationships Hannah Brencher

Love is not a piece of cake.

Show me love that is bigger than my brain, my bullies, my ballads and my bruises. I want a love so rich and so foreign that when it comes in my direction I think that I must give it a new name to make up for all the years I never knew what to call it.

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Stop sleeping with liars.
Hannah Brencher Hannah Brencher

Stop sleeping with liars.

Stop crawling into bed at night, pulling the covers over your body, and letting liars hiss inside your ear: you’re unworthy. You’re not good enough. You’re falling short. You’re a burden. You’re alone.

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Letting Go Hannah Brencher Letting Go Hannah Brencher

New girl.

Change is not a trick-or-treater. Isn't that the scary part? Change knows exactly what it wants when it comes to your door. It’s you. Your whole body. Your whole being. The parts of yourself you said you didn’t want to release so soon.

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Hannah Brencher Hannah Brencher

A "life is so fragile and quick" kind of letter.

So that's why I am writing this. Because even if I am fearful, there is much to say. And it's selfish to let my insecurities speak louder than my love. I don't care if my life is big or grand or short or long, I just want to make sure I told you everything when I had you. I don't want fear to be the pilot, flying an airplane full of unsaid words.

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