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.