Chris Turner-Neal

5 days ago | grunge.com | Chris Turner-Neal

Most people spend too much of their lives worrying about death. They hope it will happen far in the future, without pain, after a rewarding life. Failing that, some hope to go out meaningfully, laying it all down for a cause or those they love. Only a rare few realize what they should really fear is that the end will come not in a blaze of glory or with the comfort of rest, but with a whoopee-cushion blare and a round of guffaws.

2 weeks ago | grunge.com | Chris Turner-Neal

Easily visible from space, North Africa's massive Sahara desert is one of Earth's most prominent geographical features. Measuring 3,000 miles from east to west and an average of 1,000 miles on its north-south axis, the 3,300,000 million square miles of the desert sprawl across parts of 11 or 12 countries, depending on how you feel about the Sahrawi Republic.

1 month ago | grunge.com | Chris Turner-Neal

Kids play battle a lot, and for a child it seems fun. It's everything children like: loud noise, competition, mild danger, and imitation of adult activities they don't really understand. And for some people, the love of playing battle persists into adulthood, as evidenced by people who dress in costumes to reenact historical conflicts. However, real-life battles are, for the vast majority of participants, not nearly so fun.

1 month ago | grunge.com | Chris Turner-Neal

In early 2024, just over 190,000 women and girls were under some form of incarceration in the United States, including jails, state and federal prisons, immigration detention, tribal facilities, juvenile programs, and military prisons.

1 month ago | countryroadsmagazine.com | Chris Turner-Neal

On one of my first days working in the Country Roads office, I took a walk to clear my head. It turned out I had very much bright-sided my familiarity with desktop publishing software, and I was wound a bit tight trying to get the monthly events calendar laid out. As I talked myself out of trying to thumb a ride upriver on the next barge, I saw a man casually pluck a little orange fruit off a tree in front of me and pop it into his mouth.