1990 should have been a good year for me. In the fall of that year, I flew to Paris, France to attend an international conference on HIV/AIDS. I went on a scholarship I won because of a series of articles I wrote about the disease for the newspaper where I worked three days a week, evenings and weekends as a staff writer. Earlier that year, my plays about the same subject received a $10,000 cash award from Kool Cigarettes. I found out about the award when I saw the lay-out for my paper and there was a photo of my brother and announcement that he'd received the Kool Award for HIV/AIDS education. He'd formed a theater company to produced my plays that was originally named for me. However, the name was quickly changed to Living the Dream and later, after he and his partner refused to pay me royalties, my name was removed as author of the three plays his company used to educate people about HIV/AIDS on a nationwide tour. I never got credit for writing the plays because my brother and his partner listed themselves as the authors, along with the cast members. The $10,000 was used to help launch the first of a series of phenomenal works by my brother. I didn't see his first choreopoem performed until 1993, because I stopped speaking to my brother for three years after my plays were plagiarized. He became acutely paranoid about his own works being plagiarized, and even turned down a $5 million offer for his first and best work, I found out later. I was told because I brought this subject up after his death that I haven't forgiven him. I did that a long time ago. But I still remember the hurt. It took much longer to forgive my parents who never came to see my plays or even to see me get my master's degree at a university less than thirty miles from where they lived, but went across the country to see my brother get the Kool Award. But ALL is forgiven now. However, I'll never forget the pain of having my work pirated. When I update my resume again, I'll mention that I wrote the plays that won the 1990 Kool Award for HIV/AIDS Education I've always forgotten to add it before and I think it's because it was too painful to remember. It still hurts, but those two awards given to my writing in 1990, should be included in my list of achievements.