I had my first Sex Ed lesson in the back seat of a car.

I was stuck in a 1959 Chevy Bel Air on a humid St Louis August afternoon while Jimmy, my mother’s long-term boyfriend and soon-to-be short-term husband, sat at the wheel lecturing my older sister and me on “the birds and bees”.

CAR TALK BY RENEE WINTER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 58