Shannen Doherty, ‘Beverly Hills 90210’ and ‘Charmed’ Star, Dies at 53

Shannen Doherty, known for her roles on the wildly popular series “Beverly Hills, 90210” and on the witchcraft fantasy “Charmed,” has died after being diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015. She was 53.

“It is with a heavy heart that I confirm the passing of actress, Shannen Doherty,” Doherty’s publicist Leslie Sloane said in a statement. “On Saturday, July 13, she lost her battle with cancer after many years of fighting the disease. The devoted daughter, sister, aunt and friend was surrounded by her loved ones as well as her dog, Bowie. The family asks for their privacy at this time so they can grieve in peace.”

Doherty rose to fame in 1990 as the fresh-faced brunette Brenda Walsh on Fox’s “Beverly Hills, 90210.” Along with her twin brother Brandon, played by Jason Priestly, the Walshes were the classic fish-out-of-water family that had recently moved from Minnesota to Beverly Hills and were constantly amazed at the antics of the L.A. rich kids.

The romance between Brenda and Dylan, played by Luke Perry, spawned controversy in the first season for the storyline where Brenda considers losing her virginity. Their later breakup, when Dylan hooked up with her best friend Kelly, played by Jennie Garth, was also big news, and the show was considered groundbreaking in its willingness to address topics like drug abuse and racism.

The show was a massive hit, and with its success came an inordinate amount of scrutiny and gossip surrounding the cast, including teen-aged Doherty. Though the show had started out with Garth’s Kelly as the less likable character, the perception soon changed and Brenda become the cast member everyone loved to hate on. She was labeled a diva in the press and there was even a pre-internet newsletter called “I Hate Brenda.” Doherty appeared in 111 episodes before leaving the series at the end of season four, amid reports of friction with other cast members, particularly Garth.

Jason Priestley, left, Shannen Doherty, Jennie Garth and Ian Ziering on “Beverly Hills 90210.”

By the time the show was rebooted two more times, everyone had mellowed with age and Doherty returned as Brenda in the 2008 revival “90210” for one season and in the later revival 2019 “BH90210.”

After her stormy departure from “Beverly Hills, 90210,” Doherty found her footing on “Charmed,” the supernatural drama following three sisters who discover they are witches and must work together to fight evil. She played the oldest of the three sisters, Prue Halliwell, alongside Alyssa Milano and Holly Marie Combs. In 2000 and 2001, she directed three episodes of the series — “Be Careful What You Witch For,” “The Good, The Bad, and The Cursed,” and “All Hell Breaks Loose,” the last episode she appeared in. Her character was killed off when she left the series at the end of the third season.

Born in Memphis, Tenn., Doherty moved to Los Angeles with her family as a child and got her start at age 10 with a role on the series “Father Murphy.” Michael Landon saw her in the series and cast her as Jenny Wilder in “Little House on the Prairie” at age 11.

Doherty then had a recurring role on the family series “Our House” with Wilfred Brimley,

In feature films, she appeared in another teen classic, “Heathers,” as well as in “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” and Kevin Smith’s “Mallrats” and “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.”

Among the other shows she appeared on were “North Shore,” and “Riverdale” as well as in a number of TV movies.

Shannen Doherty starred in “Beverly Hills 90201.”©Aaron Spelling Prods/Courtesy

In 2006, she produced a reality show, “Breaking Up With Shannen Doherty,” where she helped people in relationship peril who wanted to get out but couldn’t do it on their own, and later appeared in another reality show, “Off the Map With Shannen and Holly.”

Doherty was diagnosed with breast cancer in February 2015, and in 2017 said she was in remission. But by 2019 the cancer had returned and spread. She continued working, with roles in TV movies including “Dying to Belong” and “List of a Lifetime.” Doherty also hosted a popular podcast, “Let’s Be Clear With Shannen Doherty,” in which she discussed her career and talked frankly about how breast cancer had impacted her life.

In June 2023, she said she had been receiving radiation for cancer that had spread to her brain.

She was briefly married to George Hamilton’s son Ashley Hamilton and poker player Rick Salomon, and in 2011 she married photographer Kurt Iswarienko. They filed for divorce in 2023.

Father Got Mad When Mom Painted Instead of Doing Chores – What I Saw in Her House after the Divorce Made Me Gasp

My Dad always hated my Mom’s painting obsession, believing she was only fit to cook and clean. After their divorce, I stepped into her new home and discovered something that took my breath away.

I never thought I’d be grateful for my parents’ divorce, but life has a way of surprising you. I’m Iva, 25 years old. What I found in my Mom’s new home after the split completely changed my perspective on what true love really looks like and it made me cry…

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Grayscale photo of a young woman covering her face | Source: Pexels

Growing up, our house was filled with the smell of oil paints and the sweet scent of turpentine. My Mom, Florence, would always create something beautiful.

But for my Dad, Benjamin, it was just noise and mess.

“Florence! When are you gonna be done with that damn painting?” Dad’s voice would boom from the kitchen. “This place is a pigsty, and dinner’s not even started!”

Side view of a woman painting a picture | Source: Pexels

Side view of a woman painting a picture | Source: Pexels

Mom’s shoulders would tense, but her brush wouldn’t stop moving. “Just a few more minutes, Ben. I’m almost finished with this section.”

Dad would stomp into her workspace, his face red. “You and your silly hobby! When are you gonna grow up and act like a REAL WIFE?”

I’d watch from the doorway, my heart pounding. Mom’s eyes would meet mine, filled with a sadness I couldn’t comprehend as a ten-year-old.

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An angry man pointing his finger | Source: Pexels

“Iva, honey, why don’t you go set the table?” she’d say softly.

I’d nod and scurry away, the sound of their argument following me down the hall.

Years passed, and the arguments only got worse. When I was fourteen, they finally called it quits. Dad got custody, and I only saw Mom on weekends.

Close-up of divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

Close-up of divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

The first time I visited her new apartment, my heart sank. It was tiny, with barely enough room for a bed and a small easel in the corner.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t look so sad,” Mom said, pulling me into a hug. “This place may be small, but it’s full of possibilities.”

I tried to smile, but it felt forced. “Do you miss us, Mom?”

Rear view of a woman sketching a picture on a white board | Source: Pexels

Rear view of a woman sketching a picture on a white board | Source: Pexels

Her eyes glistened. “Every day, Iva. But sometimes, we have to make hard choices to find happiness.”

As I left that day, I heard her humming as she unpacked her paints. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in years.

“I’ll see you next weekend, okay?” Mom called out as I reached the door.

I turned back, forcing a smile. “Yeah, Mom. Next weekend.”

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Close-up of a woman tearing up | Source: Pexels

Dad wasted no time moving on. His new wife, Karen, was everything he wanted Mom to be — organized, practical, and completely unartistic.

“See, Iva? This is how a real household should run,” Dad said one evening, gesturing around the spotless kitchen.

I nodded absently, my eyes drawn to the near-bare walls where Mom’s paintings used to hang. “It’s… nice, Dad.”

Front angle view of a spotless kitchen | Source: Unsplash

Front angle view of a spotless kitchen | Source: Unsplash

Karen beamed. “I’ve been teaching Iva some great cleaning tips, haven’t I, dear?”

I forced a smile, thinking of the weekends spent with Mom, hands covered in paint, creating worlds on canvas. “Yeah, it’s… really useful. Thanks, Karen.”

Dad clapped his hands together. “That’s my girl. Now, who wants to watch some TV?”

As we settled in the living room, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for the messy, colorful evenings of my childhood.

Rear view of a woman painting a picture in the garden | Source: Pexels

Rear view of a woman painting a picture in the garden | Source: Pexels

The years rolled by, and I grew used to the new normal. Weekdays with Dad and Karen in their immaculate house and weekends with Mom in her cramped apartment. But something was always missing.

One Friday evening, as I was packing for my weekend visit, Dad knocked on my door.

“Iva, honey, can we talk?”

I looked up, surprised. “Sure, Dad. What’s up?”

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A serious-looking man sitting on a chair | Source: Pexels

He sat on the edge of my bed, looking uncomfortable. “Your Mom called. She… she’s getting married again.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Married? To who?”

“Some guy named John. They’ve been dating for a while, apparently.”

I sat down hard, my mind reeling. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

Dad shrugged. “You know your mother. Always living in her own little world.”

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A shocked young woman covering her face | Source: Pexels

I bristled at his tone but said nothing. As he left the room, I stared at my half-packed bag, wondering what this would mean for our weekends together.

Fast forward to last weekend. I hadn’t seen Mom in months, busy with college and work. But now, here I was, pulling up to her new house, my stomach churning with nerves.

What if this John guy was just another version of Dad?

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A car parked outside a house | Source: Pexels

Mom greeted me at the door, practically glowing. “Iva! Oh, I’ve missed you!” She hugged me tight, smelling of lavender and linseed oil, a scent that instantly brought me back to childhood.

John appeared behind her, a warm smile on his face. “So this is the famous Iva! Your Mom’s told me so much about you.”

We chatted for a while, and I couldn’t help but notice how Mom seemed to stand taller and laugh easier. There was a spark in her eyes I hadn’t seen in years.

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A happy senior woman smiling | Source: Pexels

“How’s college going?” Mom asked, pouring me a cup of tea.

“It’s good. Busy, but good,” I replied, watching her closely. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me about John earlier?”

She looked down, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Oh, honey. I wanted to, but… I guess I was scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“That you wouldn’t approve. That you’d think I was replacing your father.”

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A smiling senior woman wearing eyeglasses | Source: Pexels

I reached out and took her hand. “Mom, all I want is for you to be happy.”

She squeezed my hand, her eyes shining. “I am, Iva. I really am.”

“Iva,” John said suddenly, “there’s something I’d like to show you. Follow me.”

Curious, I followed John down a hallway. He stopped at a closed door, his hand on the knob. “Your Mom’s been working on something special,” he said, grinning. “Ready?”

He swung the door open, and as I stepped inside, my jaw dropped.

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Grayscale close-up of a man’s hand on a doorknob | Source: Pexels

The room was a gallery. Mom’s gallery.

Her paintings covered every wall, beautifully framed and lit. Easels displayed works in progress, and there were even a few sculptures of porcelain dolls scattered around.

“John converted this room for me,” Mom said softly from behind me. “He calls it my ‘creativity hub’.”

I turned to her, speechless. She looked… radiant.

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A young woman looking at paintings displayed on the wall | Source: Pexels

John wrapped an arm around her waist. “I organize shows here sometimes. Invite friends, family, and local art lovers. Florence’s work deserves to be seen.”

Mom blushed. “John even set up a website to sell my paintings. He handles all the business stuff so I can focus on painting and sculpting.”

I felt tears prick my eyes. “Mom, this is… amazing.”

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Grayscale of a teary-eyed young woman looking up | Source: Pexels

“Your Mom’s talent is extraordinary,” John said, his voice full of pride. “I just wanted to give her a space where she could really shine.”

I walked around the room, taking in each piece. There were landscapes I recognized from our old neighborhood, portraits of people I’d never met, and abstract pieces that seemed to pulse with emotion.

“Do you remember this one?” Mom asked, pointing to a small canvas in the corner.

Close-up display of paintings and assorted artwork | Source: Pexels

Close-up display of paintings and assorted artwork | Source: Pexels

I leaned in, my breath catching. It was a painting of me as a little girl, sitting at our old kitchen table, coloring. The details were perfect — my messy pigtails, the crayon smudges on my cheeks, the look of intense concentration on my face.

“You painted this?” I whispered.

Mom nodded. “It’s one of my favorites. I painted it right after… well, after the divorce. It reminded me of happier times.”

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A little girl coloring on a book | Source: Pexels

I hugged her then and there, overcome with emotion. “I’m so proud of you, Mom.”

As we stood there, surrounded by my Mom’s art, memories flooded back. Dad’s angry voice, Mom’s quiet sighs, the tension that had filled our house for so long.

And now, this. A room filled with light and color… and love.

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A young woman embracing a senior woman | Source: Pexels

“You know,” John said, his voice gentle, “when I first met your Mom, she was so hesitant to show me her work. Can you believe that?”

Mom laughed softly. “I was scared you’d think it was silly.”

“Silly?” John looked at her like she’d hung the moon. “Flo, your art is what made me fall in love with you. It’s a part of who you are.”

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A man smiling | Source: Pexels

I watched them, the way they looked at each other, the easy affection between them. This was what love was supposed to look like.

“I’m so happy for you, Mom,” I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.

Mom pulled me into a hug, her arms strong and sure. “Oh, sweetie. I’m happy too. Happier than I’ve been in a long, long time.”

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Close-up of a happy senior couple holding flowers | Source: Pexels

As we stood there, surrounded by canvases bursting with color and life, I realized something profound. Mom’s art, once stifled and undervalued, was now flourishing, and so was she. And I knew, without a doubt, that she had found her true love.

“So,” John said, clapping his hands together. “Who’s hungry? I was thinking we could grill out on the patio.”

Mom’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that sounds wonderful! Iva, will you stay for dinner?”

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A cheerful senior woman smiling | Source: Pexels

I looked at them both, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I’d love to,” I said, smiling. “I’d really love to.”

As we walked out of the gallery, I took one last look around. The room was more than just a showcase for Mom’s talent. It was a testament to the power of love… real love… to nurture and uplift.

And as I followed Mom and John to the kitchen, laughing at some joke he’d made, I felt truly at home for the first time in years.

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A gallery of paintings | Source: Unsplash

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