Ensures every client feels seen, supported, and set up for success.

Hi, I’m Jennifer

My first job took place standing on a milk crate, so I could see over the counter. I was eight years old, the scales were older than I was. Every Saturday morning you could find me at my family's meat market by 6:30am, doing the math in my head because the numbers didn't come to you automatically back then. You earned them.

Supporting self-made business owners is in my blood. My dad and his brother ran that meat market I grew up in together, and they also kept a quarter-mile drag strip running for almost 50 years, the kind of place that swallows every Sunday and asks for the rest of the week too.

There were seven of us kids, and we all found our way to the counter or the concession stand or the ticket booth eventually. 


These are the values that have stuck with me throughout my life and career.

They guide how I work, and how I support the owners and teams we serve.

It's why Doescher Group feels less like a new chapter and more like coming home to the same story with a different address.

Handing someone your books is an act of trust, sometimes a nerve-wracking one, especially if your business runs as much on instinct as it does on spreadsheets. I've lived on both sides of that counter. I'm not here to judge the mess. I'm here to help you see it clearly, and make it better.

At Doescher Group, I’m the Client Experience Director—which, in plain English, means I make the hard seasons easier for owners and their teams.

I coordinate the moving pieces, keep communication clear, and ensure every engagement runs on time and on purpose. Owners don’t need more noise; they need calm, clarity, and follow-through.

Our little market sat at the crossroads of every kind of person you could imagine, some counting exact change, some not counting at all. I was just a kid ringing up meat, but I was also a kid with my ears wide open, and I heard enough of other people's stories to learn that everyone is carrying something you can't see from across a counter.

I’ve never forgotten the lesson I learned behind that counter: listen first, and treat the person in front of you like they matter, because they do.

Thirty years at Plante Moran gave me a long runway to practice that.

I understand business owners because I was raised by one, twice over, and I know what it costs to build something with your own hands.

When I look at a client's numbers, I look at them the way I'd want my own looked after. And I've never been afraid to say the uncomfortable truth if it means someone stops overpaying, or finally gets the coverage they should have had years ago.

Jennifer’s Facts

  • Jennifer’s mother and grandmother crossed an ocean to get here, refugees from Hungary, and they carried a whole world with them into their kitchen. They spoke two languages under one roof, and everybody had a job in that kitchen too, hands in the dough, stirring the pot, setting the table for whoever showed up that night. Those are the same recipes she still make for her own kids now.

  • Her family ran a quarter-mile drag strip for close to 50 years. She learned to drive on a country road sitting on top of phone books before I could see over the dashboard. Ask any of the seven of kids in her family though, and you'll find not one true car person among them. They were only ever there for what it built, and who it served, not what it ran on.

  • All seven siblings still gather, nieces and nephews and now a few grandkids included, and a while back that meant piling more than 30 of them onto a Disney cruise together. These days it's her own three keeping her busy: one headed into the trades for HVAC, and her daughter, who just committed to play volleyball at Winthrop University in South Carolina.