Oregon has a bit of a reputation for the winter doldrums as the rain rolls in and on and on and on AND on.  However, here at MaMere’s the atmosphere is cozy and languid and as quiet as you want it to be.  The house is busier this January than she’s ever been and happy to be serving so many trekkers who visit her for so many different reasons.

We have couples who come to work on their relationships.  We have mothers and daughters who want to be just with each other for a day or two of catching up.  We have professors coming to lecture, confer, or interview.  We have writers who inhabit the holy space of the the third floor and leave it used and sacred, musicians who practice and compose.  Sale reps who just “happen” to drive near and are magnetically attracted (although the GPS helps) to stay the night and find a surprising respite.

I am always so proud of those who are intentional about breaking away from the norm, the beautiful routine of their lives, in order to give themselves a  night or two of regeneration here at MaMere’s.  They tell me that they leave healed and therefore head back into a better life than the one they left.  Breaking away seems to be the hard part but once they’re here, they breathe and remember why they come back again and again.

We’re here this winter, pulsing warmth and light, music, food that tastes like sunshine, and good, strong coffee.  You’ll find us through the mist.  You’ll feel as if you’ve come home.