Things I learned from writing a divorce memoir

People will tell you you’re brave, what they really mean is, are you mad?

The day I first started writing about going through a divorce, Dublin had been brought to a halt by a seasonally unlikely snowstorm.  It was March, and The Beast from the East, or to give it its official, and slightly less aggressive title, Storm Emma, had closed down almost everything.

That morning, my brother and mother walked over from their house fif…