In her memoir series Diary of a Middle-Age Sex Goddess, Elizabeth J. Winters Waite explores the complexities of life for a single mother in her sexual prime. Bridging the gap between Sex and the City and The Golden Girls, her stories detail raising three boys, running a successful all-female accounting firm, and pursuing passions that grow her soul, all while trying to get laid—or trying not to get laid, whichever the case may be— while on the never-ending quest for true love.
Elizabeth J. Winters Waite was raised in the middle of nowhere in Indiana, becoming an accountant instead of an actress because she was tired of being poor. She had her own accounting firm of single moms for twenty years, known as the Hot Chick Accounting Firm. She sold the firm in 2011, took two years off to write, and then became the CFO of the Walnut Hills Redevelopment Foundation, named CDC of the Year for the state of Ohio in 2018.
Friday, July 1, 2005
I pushed in the clutch with my left foot, turned the key, shoved the gearshift into first, and peeled out of the dealership’s drive. I have new wheels. I am on the move. My minivan days are over, and my single-girl days have never been better. Sometimes, it feels funny to have the nurturing heart of a middle-age mom and the fluttering heart of a single forty-six-year-old debutante. I found a car that fits me. It’s a sedan, unblemished silver, sunroof, great stereo, side airbags, a spoiler in the back, and a stick shift. Donning my sunglasses, sunroof open, wind whipping through my hair, squealing tires on hot asphalt, I forget that I am a responsible member of society. I forget that people depend on me for their paychecks, for allowance, for remembering to put two drops in each of Kevin’s eyes four times a day. When I am alone in my new car, it’s all about me. It’s all about who I once was and who I want to be again. It’s all about being too young to feel too old for anything.
I had a date three weeks ago, one of those spontaneous ones that appear out of nowhere. One minute, I was chatting online with someone who winked at me from Match.com, and fifteen minutes later, I was outside sitting on my stone flower box waiting for him to pick me up to cruise through Dairy Queen.