Don't cry for Mary Jane. Not in front of her, anyway. She hasn't the time for your pity or to feel sorry for herself, as she single-mindedly pours everything she's got into the care of her critically ill two-year-son, born 25 weeks into her pregnancy and in need of constant attention. That is the gist of Amy Herzog's harrowing play, Mary Jane, at The Manhattan Theatre Club's Samuel J. Friedman Theatre, anchored by a …
