Every year around this time I get a little depressed and start feeling sorry for myself. I say it’s the impending day of fabricated love. All I know is what is true, and I will list it for you. Michael Jackson. No matter how old I get, he makes my heart throb Easter flowers. They bring me hope, and are so bright and just delicate enough The sound of a true gut laugh The smell of barbeque Old ladies who take care to pin their hair and wear jewelry People who wave Cupcakes with sprinkles Magnolias. They are so creamy and extravagant Friends that you can pick right back up with, even if it’s been ten years or more Books with a resolved ending Books about the south Books that are part fantasy Books that aren’t pretentious Cheap books Books People that will talk about books with me My dog. I love his spots and his big feet and his soft, soft ears. Pickles “As you wish” Big old trees Big old houses People sitting on porches playing cards My daily promenade around the block Going antiquing Looking at rocks (I’m not even going to try and describe this. I just like rocks) Being barefoot Tattoos Watching Gone With the Wind Mayfield Caramel Toffee Crunch Ice Cream Avocados Going to the Co-op. Honestly. It’s different now that I don’t work there. I can enjoy visitin…