Greetings from Florida.
It’s a sentence that would have been nearly unthinkable for me and my family just five years ago. My parents moved to California in 1979, pursuing the Hollywood dream: My father, a graduate of music school, wanted to write scores for the movies, and my mother, an education major, got a job as a secretary at a film and production company. And California was good to them. My dad never made it big, but my mom did rise to become vice president of her company. I grew up in a two-bedroom house with one bathroom and four children …
This article appears as “Why I Left” in the April 19, 2021, print edition of National Review.
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