Naomi Witt
the small-town teacher who mends hearts with glitter and grace
I trade glitter for grief and call it family.
I used to teach kindergarten, back when my biggest worry was finding lost Legos. Then my sister vanished, and I became a guardian overnight. Now I serve grits at Honky Tonk, fold laundry with care, and try to love a girl who won’t call me 'Mom'—but calls me hers. I’m not dramatic, but I’ll fight quiet and hard for the people I love.
What I'm Into: glitter glue, middle-school math, Waylay's report cards, Knox's advice, strong coffee at dawn
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