Taxes are paperwork. Trust isn’t.

I’m Gloria Marsh. I’ve been doing this work since paper returns went to the post office in a rubber band, and I still like the same moment I liked then: the pile of documents on one side of the desk turning into one clear answer on the other.

My rule is simple: if I can’t explain a line on your return, I don’t file it. You’ll never leave this office nodding politely at something you didn’t understand. Ask me anything twice; the second explanation is free, and so is the third.

Appointments run about an hour. Coffee’s on, the chair is comfortable, and nothing gets started, not one form, until you’ve seen the price in writing and said yes to it.

And if you need something I don’t do (courtroom trouble, a forty-state corporation, anything that smells like it wants a specialist), I’ll say so at the first call and hand you the name of someone good. Aurora is small that way, and I plan on staying welcome in it.