The Weekend Healer

Mother and daughter have turbulent relationship, exchanging refrains of put-downs as a way of avoiding speaking and listening to each other. Lindalou's 16-year-old son, Curtis, is as much a brother to her - "We grew up together," she says

When Curtis steps out for a pack of cigarettes and does not return, the young mother fears the worst

Curtis' disappearance is the catalyst for a harrowing weekend of hysteria and emotional upheaval. Lindalou's blistering, smart-mouthed anger wears down to a paralytic terror, while Betina's blinkered sense of reality, like the plastic cover on her sofa, is ripped away

The Weekend Healer asks us to question the nature of family, of that much-proffered placebo "traditional family values", and of what mothering and fathering are all about

"... MacDonald has a [rare] gift - the ability to write with passion and detachment. He creates messed-up characters but does not judge them, draws desperate situations without melodrama. This gives his play a blistering clarity ..." ~ Now