All Posts By Mackenzie Madsen

The Best Two Years


“I am the wife. I am the wife of [two] years. I am the plumpish wife, the pretty wife, the loving wife, the smart wife, the American wife. I am eternally his wife.” – Elizabeth Alexander

Dear Henry,

I’ve been sitting here staring at this blank page all day. Words don’t seem to work for me as well as they work for you. You always know the right thing to say. That’s just one of the many reasons why I love you. You’re an easy person to love. I know you think otherwise, but you are!

We’re cut from the same cloth, Henry. I’d dare say we practically came out of the same womb. But we didn’t…obviously…that would’ve been weird….if it were true…Ugh! Words…struggling. What I’m trying to say is, we’re made of the same star stuff. I’m Betelgeuse, of course, and you’re my North.

Lung Story Short


Brad & Rachel Photography I don’t know what possessed me to think I was cool enough to shop at Urban Outfitters. My family was in town and we, of course, hit the bay area shopping malls. I had my sister with me, so I was feeling especially bold. Also, I think the tubes on my ...

An Update


It’s been a little over two months since my hospital stay in February and there are a couple of things I know for sure: Needing to buy a plunger is one of the more awkward experiences in life. You will always run into someone from church when buying ...

Bye Bye Butterfly


Before I say anything else, I have to say thank you. Thank you to all of you for your constant love and support. I was overwhelmed with the response to my last post as you shared beautiful words of encouragement and bared your hearts and souls to me. We are not here on this earth ...

Splitting Airs


I haven’t been able to write for a while. I’ve had a lot that I’ve wanted to say...but it was stuck, lodged somewhere between my head and my heart and my craw - a serious case of emotional constipation. And I think I know why. When I was first diagnosed, I was desperate to find anyone ...

A Christmas Gift


Home Sweet Home I was a mess when I had to let go of my favorite home. It was a house in a green field surrounded by tall birch trees that would gently rustle when the wind blew. I used to crave that sound when I was away. It was the home I came home ...