The timing, in many ways, couldn’t have been better for Lisa Gharst, 45, houseless for exactly one year.
“A year today,” she said Monday. “It was a domestic violence kind of thing.”
At 2 p.m., Gharst, bundled in a green hoodie and a neon yellow jacket, sat in the biting cold and snow — temperature at 25 degrees — on top of a white trash bag. Another covered her legs. Her husband, Travis Cosper, unconnected to the domestic violence, stood nearby…