This one first caught my eye in one of those magazine articles. The topic was something completely unrelated to names. But the only thing I remember? The name of the youngest son of the all-K named clan: Koah.
Noah with a K, I thought. Not as bad as, say, Kyndal or Klare. Maybe a little too close to koala. Reminiscent of Kampgrounds of America, kreatively spelled since 1962, and abbreviated KOA on countless roadside signs.
But then I spotted Koah in an alumni magazine, the kind of place you’re far more likely to see Max or Ava, Mary or Peter.
Could there be something to Koah?
A tree grows in Hawaii called the koa. And while I couldn’t find him in any reputable name-your-baby books, he is sometimes translated as “strength” in Hebrew out in the wilds of the internet.
And so I submit Koah for a Yea or Nay vote, but I can’t help think – with Noah at #15 and the K-kraze showing no signs of letting up? I suspect Koah will be heard more and more.