Holly Gleason She had a little girl’s voice, slightly chirping and ether-light, and the widest eyes when talked that punctuated her heart-shaped face. But listening to her songs, she wrote with an underlying wisdom and sense of detail about small things that made her more kin to Eudora Welty, Willa Cather or even Carson McCullers, all of whom she adored.Nanci Griffith was the ultimate contradiction: “aw shucks” presence with a gumption that took listeners by surprise.
